If Then lyrics

Chorus:

IF bitches ain`t shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggaz ain`t shit but hoes wit dicks
(REPEAT 2X)

Murderous verse
Muthafuckas won`t even make it to the chorus
They`ll find you and yo bitch buried in the Angeles National Forest
Anything you can do
I heard it done before better but I can do you in 36 positions
Enter Wu like the Wu Tang debut
Now who remains true to the game
Damn shame it wasn`t you
Fools, they claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize airlines
My minds a porcelain glock 7 slippin through the metal detector
Ready ta wet`cha like baptism
It`s rap pugilism when I be placin 208 bones in one jone wit microphones
I`m like the blade runner huntin clones
I beat it like one glove and a bat
No job, but more breathin techniques than Lamaz
Ras still be drinkin more liquor brews
And continues to liquidation the crews
Wit a drunken technique like Shun Di`s kung fu on Virtua Fighter 2
See me son, I`m the one sportin Dolce and Gabana
Pealin this bastard`s wig back like cradle cap
You ain`t no cap pilla for rilla
And for who you desire to kill you need more God than Zilla
I breaks`em off like a acryllic nails
Test me but you appear to be Presley like Priscilla
And still malicious disses, but this is
10% dis, 90% skill, so curses
`Fore ya`ll begin like Hershey`s kisses
Ya so called vicious, although
How they gonna be a menace when it ain`t no men in it?
Oh, they womenace (with clitorises)
In a new year, a new fear, and I`m nu-clear
Let`s play a friendly game of who can ruin who`s career
I`mma kill up on ya b-boys, you like one o` Heavy D`s boys
Got niggaz fallin off the stage like they was Trouble T-Roy

Chorus
(REPEAT 4X)
(Hey, whip deez niggaz ass)

Watch me gamble for paradise
And if I gotta pay the price
Easy come easy go like Eric Weiss
`Cause I used to get my fade wit a comb and a razor blade
In `98, I get my joint in back in the day
They say it takes 5000 to educate
30,000 to incarcerate
Gimme 5,000,000 in the lottery wit high cholesterol cloggin my artery
I`m not the boss hoggin the pimp and fuck legalizin hemp
Keep the prophet on the streets
Up north on the creep three deep in a silver Caprice and the black chief of
police
No justice no peace
Verbally, I`m takin off from the bassline wit my nuts in yo face like Scottie
Pippen
As opposed to flippin chickens
So kill game like Chris Weber in Sudden Death
`Cause you callin for time outs when you got no time left
On some highlander shit
`Cause son there can only be one
And heads is flyin faster than Ronald served two all beef patties on a sesame
seed bun
Real thorough
Duh do do do, duh do duh do do
I wanna give it to you all night long like the Mary Jane Girls (AAALLL
NIIIGHT LONG!)
(LAUGHTER)
(Niggaz ain`t shit!!!)
A blood stain wall and it aches from my nostril
I pull bitches like a hamstring to take out an mc like a tonsil
Way they be story buildin`s horizontal
Within the confines of 33 lines and a margin mentally squabbin
See, every time my lips part it`s a million man march and my heart is a pit
Wit a billion skin heads marchin
Daily I walk through Hell smellin like Chanel but far from frail
I roll wit my my clique like parapalegics
Confrontation conversation catch 22 exclamations but the explanation was
deeper than a Louis Leaky excavation
Tools, ya makin peace when the enemy is blasphate
Yes, we got some nuts hangin it between like a muthafuckin drag queen
But don`t nobody wanna test though, ya niggaz is petro
When I put the lead to ya head like death`s crow

Chorus
(REPEAT 4X