Originally Posted by KhAoZ ThEoRy

RAS KASS ''Caution''

''Everybody know Ras Kass
King of the west unless 'Pac/
Back in the flesh this summer/
And i'm about toi put 30-inch rims on the hummer/
Slut out model bitches
suppose to been/
And make the whole world
Respect the west coast again (homie)/
All of a sudden fools acting like
they what i always was/
West coast lyricist with
East coast love/but he's no thug/
Here junior, let me show you how
to heat those slugs/
Trigger cocks the hammer
inertia takes over/
Now you the victim of
Extreme makeover/
Look dirty, i'm makin' my quota/
Get rich, kill a million MC's,
retire to Pensacola/
Get it crackin' like bakin
the soda/spit colder, quite sick,
microphone Mike Vick/
Re-up, runnin' and gunnin'/
Diamonds is stunnin',
pussy, you was raised to run/
Get a thousand tattoos,
won't raise your gun/
So when you get merked
I'ma raise your son/
Ras, the son of a bitch,
you the son of a coward/
your pops went to jail,
got fucked in the shower/
Nine months later, here you go/
And wonder why real niggas
don't feel your flow?/
Niggas revere my flow, spit to the death of me/And break a nigga off like leporasy.''