Ras Ka** - Won't Catch Me Runnin lyrics

Verse one: Stay in school was the motto, but i'd rather hit lotto Swallow a shot of tequila but leave the worm in the bottle In the spot with a bac of .13 And when my voice hits the mic i electrocute spit like beat street I lounge with a clique, thick as the '93 freaknik Smokin a beadie, flippin the script like a hermaphrodite So choose your weapon if ya got beef, chief Cause we can take it to the looseleaf sheets or concrete streets Cause ras not strapped is like ll without a hat Syntax attacks, head cracks, they know david horowitz would strike back The night i got dice accidentally stepped on money's nikes He tried to break fool and threw a gla** full of ice to incite the fight But didn't know who flew heads I got ??? like ricky randall takin the legs off chavez Instead ya lose, he got punked for his shoes Cause just like bb king i'm givin n***az the blues Chorus: Times is hard, brothers is frontin' but they ain't about nothin' So ya won't catch me runnin' (x4) Verse two: I step through crews as if they was holograms Been inside of more vaginas than a diaphragm, so i don't give a damn Kid, i am the man that you think you are 5'5" and throwing hooks like abdul-jabbar Servin' these kids like pediatrics, practice the tactics And s**ers cover your head, just like a prophylactic does Thought he wasn't when he was gettin' retarted Rented a u-haul truck when the la riot started Slid my homeless brother a buck, and ducks duck The verbal buck-buck, boo-ya, who ya Figure will be stylin' when cali is an island (fat!!!) It's my fault, my shake from brooklyn to vegas The earthquakes on lyrics ya plates like san andreas Would be rumblin', you're not ready for my fly type of genre I'll rock your world like ugly wanda Chorus Verse three (lp version): Now money talks and bullsh** walks in the street on the daily And n***as pull my strings like a ukelele, but I lust ruckus like i used to lust halle berry But now i bat wack motherf**ers like dave justice Must bust nuts Because he's married 1 time this brother tried to step and thought the little guy was scar-ied Tryin' to freak all up on the girl i was dancin' with like he's invincible Not that the ho was important but it's the principle Involved, i said, "yo black this my lady pal" The stupid n***a laughed and said, "well she my b**h too now" So what can you do when boys is men Our self-image depends on the next man's scrimmage so i sin Cause thou shalt not k**, but i tried my best Left my fingerprints in his neck I never understand why brothers try to act up on one another But if the static is comin' Fool, you won't catch me runnin' Verse three (ep version): Stop your flow like its menopause the men all pause Cramp your style like p.m.s s**ers checking for lumps in they chest Like breast cancer My stanza gets censorship from reverend calvin bu*ts But he could s** my diction, dictation is ridiculous Indicative of dictatorship Today's four letter words were standard english until 1066 And ignorance is bliss So as i sag my ralph lauren chaps Walking into lyrical scraps I'm knocking n***as off the map See more stars than astronomy Not near one can follow me Thougts premeditated like two melendez brothers That's word to the father and the mother