I Ain't Fuckin' With You - Ras Kass

What, nigga, you got problems

Nigga you don’t want no problems with me, shit

Nigga you ain’t got enough calcium to have a bone to pick

You little bitch ass nigga, niggas be hovering

Niggas be bothering you

I ain’t fuckin' with y’all

I ain’t fuckin with you

I guess I got a bad attitude

I spit slick shit like K-Y Jelly

Out for the mel like Melle

I’m fucking you tonight before R. Kelly

My bitches dance with their belly

And fuck me with their eyes

See crime is rarely organized

In the land of the blind, the one eyed is genie

A male chauvinist keep them barefoot in a two piece bikini

Need a bulletproof beenie when niggas got five minutes of funk

Make them disappear like Houdini

And whodunnit — a hood riddah

Got old folks scared just to go outside on their front porch

And all this bullshit is going on in church of course

(but but but but but wait it gets worse)

I could instill a semi-automatic verse

And draw blood like a nurse

Correspond like a kite in prison

On the mic I bomb like nuclear fission

Alphabetic mathematician

Your prerogative is my decision

My litigation gives me a reputation

For giving niggas no get back like black reparations

You’re doing too much (why?)

Cause I’m going to be rich nigga I put that on my two nuts

I ain’t fuckin' with you You’re not to be fucked with

(Big nigga I thought you knew)

365 this niggas mood is rude

But I know the cause of your shitty attitude

Now whenever I’m fed up, we can go head up

My ex-bitch called me a dog so I piss with one leg up

Straight up and down three hundred and sixty-five rounds

One in the chamber for leap year, keep clear

I get my hands dirty like a sanitation worker, so «What's beef?»

Beef is that meat inside a hamburger

In man-murder, I stand further apart

And Beat more rappers than Dr. Dre, Mo Bee, Diamond D, and Mark Sparks

The quintessential microphonist

Smoke the 50 thousand dollar bonus

Swarming your green like locust

Your vegetation was supposed to be edumacation

Left a nigga feeling like he’s stranded in Serbia and he’s the only Croatians

No relation that’s my justification for ripping niggas

Stripping niggas bigga figgas

Dippin' strippers in the First King;

In the cut like scissors

Shoot her to the tilt and long dick her

Bang her to the point of exhaustion truly

I ride her like that «Pony» song and flip her like the dolphin movie

Listen no anal sex and no kissing

Doggystyles my favorite position

Insisting that you grab your ankles and lay face down bitch

Play like cuss words on the radio and turn that ass around

I puts it down like Daly though, it’s all gravy though

Priority Records got to pay me though but

Now when it’s on, then it’s on;

No shame in my game

Cowards wouldn’t bust a grape if their name was Champagne!

I change lanes on dirtbikes

And change direction at the speed of light

I use my feet to catch the dice

Niggas gamble everyday anyway

Paying the price of life, kill a fifth of E&J every night

Got every right to be impolite.

I’ve been mad

So how the fuck I’m supposed to keep my act clean like Sinbad

See white people burn your church

The see you in the mall and clutch their purse

Treat a nigga like dirt when the black man was here first

That’s why I be on one officially

Fuck white people in general and fuck the police specifically

You got at me, but you’re missing me sideways

Son, I’m giving rappers a curfew like I gave birth to you

Don’t be calling them shit shades, when you know that it’s curtains for you

I’m certain I’m hurting a few egos: Toni Montana’s a nino

Stompin' with the big dog tino, see though

I’ll pull your card and get your chips, like pokeno

From Yugoslavia to Reno, Yeah homie we know