Eat Or Die

Uh
 It's crucial now niggas
 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 Kass:]
 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 boss had cleats
 Beef ain't shit but cows is resting in peace
 Speak, nothing but sauce coming out
 If I was broke soy red, rum, I'm running in your house
 While MTV taping like the dumbest nigga out
 But money ain't an issue; I got sum up in this couch
 Let me run this nigga out, 'fore my waves stay spinning
 I fuck rich chicks; I'm such the Slick Rick
 Be scared what might happen if I had a hit
 So niggas' happier then a faggot 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 killing 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 Kass:]
 Got no hustle then you're hurting man
 Get up; get out nigga or it's 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 nigga
 On some credited shit
 I plant a flag on the Moon with your head on the tip
 Moon roof of the whip and the metal lift
 Boogie niggas still can't help being ghetto and shit
 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 nigga I can sink the Titanic
 Fuck y'all been sick since '94
 Stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck 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 shit is crazy nigga
 Re-Up, Whoo Kid, it's a wrap for these niggas man
 You could fool some of the people some of the time
 But you can't fool a nigga with most of the rhymes nigga
 Man up nigga, if you're starving, if you're hungry nigga you'se a bitch
 You better get your shit right, man up
 Yeah, Arieal what it do nigga?
 Yeah, I ain't know you like that saga shit nigga?
 I play saga with bitches, I kick my balls all up in their neck in their room
 You know the business, YEAH! Stay Gambit up in this mothafucka
 HAHAHA! Yeah, West up nigga, Re-Up