Ras Ka** - Eat or Die lyrics

Uh It's crucial now n***as I'm so sick (Chorus) If there is a cure for this I don't want it - I don't want it And if there is a cure for this I don't need it - I don't need it [Ras Ka**] Yeah, I heard you don't grind, you don't eat Don't eat, get a fragile physique, I'm agile and sleek I run through rappers like my bars had cleats Beef ain't sh** but cows is resting in peace Speak, nothing but SARS coming out If I was broke soy Rev. Run I'm running in your house While MTV taping like the dumbest n***a out But money ain't an issue; I got sum up in this couch Let me run this n***a out, 'fore my waves stay spinning I f** rich chicks; I'm such the Slick Rick Be scared what might happen if I had a hit So n***as' happier then a f*ggot with a bag of dicks Ask for it if you want it Get it illegal then don't flaunt it Cause loud mouth hustlers get wire tapped and snitched on Then rights get read, moral of the story: Closed mouth don't get fed Get it, and they wonder why brothers be k**ing brothers I get green; they turn yellow like Brazilian colors They gotta be willing to go all out with no feeling So I'm sick with no healing, cause... (Chorus) If there is a cure for this I don't want it - I don't want it And if there is a cure for this I don't need it - cause I'm eating If there is a cure for this I don't want it - I don't want it And if there is a cure for this I don't need it - I don't need it [Ras Ka**] Got no hustle then you're hurting man Get up; get out n***a or its curtains man Ain't a rapper my equal I'm murking man When you look up in the sky the Vulture's circling He a dead man walking, just don't know it yet I hop in the coldest bed blast off like Robotech Behind every fortune or even greater crime Behind every great player there's a hater on the side Behind every 8-ball there's an even greater nine I pull wax on your back and make a crayon out your spine n***a On some credited sh** I plant a flag on the Moon with your head on the tip Moon roof of the whip and the metal lift Boogie n***as still can't help being ghetto and sh** Amazing fam, guess mama raised a man I'll flow through in 2-S Coupes like Raising Brand Raise my hand, diamonds on my wrist gigantic Chain so rocky n***a I can sink the Titanic f** y'all been sick since '94 Stick your dick in your eardrum and f** what you heard more (Chorus) If there is a cure for this I don't want it - I don't want it And if there is a cure for this I don't need it - cause I'm eating If there is a cure for this I don't want it - I don't want it And if there is a cure for this I don't need it - I don't need it (Outro) Eat or Die, yeah, whatup Twins, this sh** is crazy n***a Re-Up, Whoo Kid, it's a wrap for these n***as man You could fool some of the people some of the time But you can't fool a n***a with most of the rhymes n***a Man up n***a, if you're starving, if you're hungry n***a you'se a b**h You better get your sh** right, man up Yeah, Arieal what it do n***a? Yeah, I ain't know you like that saga sh** n***a? I play saga with b**hes, I kick my balls all up in their neck in their room You know the business, YEAH! Stay Gambit up in this mothaf**a HAHAHA! Yeah, West up n***a, Re-Up