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Intro: Ras Kass, Skillz
Poppin' off...
Skillz! Razzy Kazzy
Chorus: Ras Kass, Skillz
Ain't no way out the streets but up and down, look around
Either six figures or six feet under the ground (Yeah!)
Ain't no way out the streets but up and down, look around
Either six figures... yeeah!
(Yeeah)
Verse 1: Ras Kass
My new motto is 'Mash with a passion'
Stash cash, and rock fashion
Try everything once, except incest and folk dancing
Reminiscing is cruel to a has-been
So cry now, laughin' at the ass-end
Revenge is a struggling nigga's best friend – believe that
Make the bubble even sweeter
Puffin' the Cuban Cohiba, with a diva, meet-up
G's up, hoes down, Lewinsky style, swallow the leader
Bitch nigga, swallow the heater
Eat a hollow millimeter, you can't follow a cheetah
Beat a genie emcee? You better bottle your beat up
'Cause I'll murk your whole single with exclusive freestyles
Ras be locking peniles with The LOX, like "Free Styles"
Death by spit, 'til I'm deaf or senile
Or it happen to me, like D.O.C.
Branch through my esophagus, hanging from a tree, nigga
N.Y. to L.A., respect the flow
The realest, the next Makaveli, unbelievable
Chorus: Ras Kass, Skillz
And ain't no way out the streets but up and down, look around
Either six figures or six feet under the ground (Yeah!)
Ain't no way out the hood but up and down, look around (Skillz!)
Either six figures or six feet under the ground
Verse 2: Skillz
A lot of y'all try to match my wits
End up collapsing like Elvis by the toilet trying to match my shit
The way I stack my chips, it's a shame
You a dealer? Deal with the fact that I won't get out the game
So get out the lane and do the shit fast
'Cause your lil' neutral ass ain't got enough power to get gassed – get it?
Look at the look on your face
I should've known from your short yellow tour bus
You wouldn't get it in the first place
Six figures or six feet
I spit and hit sixty rappers over a sixth of a beat
In zero to sixty, Skillz'll bring the heat
And once you try the same thing, you'll lose sixteen of your teeth
And the Jake? They can't do shit for me
And if they catch Ras, we making history
Come on, fam, we running with kings
It'll be the first time an East nigga break a West nigga outta the bing
Chorus: Ras Kass, Skillz
And ain't no way out the streets but up and down, look around
Either six figures or six feet under the ground (Yeah!)
Ain't no way out the hood but up and down, look around (Skillz!)
Either six figures or six feet under the ground (Yeah!)
Verse 3: Skillz
Listen up, I'ma tell y'all cats how it goes
How that little dude from VA spit his flows
How he always in the club with a mass amount of hoes
But, you already know that, so...
Listen, check it – this rap game is getting a little retarded
I'm ahead of my time, like The Day After Tomorrow
But I'm still cocky, still talking greasy
Still walking pass your whip, chillin' with your breezy
Now, I know what you're saying, "He's just like us"
But you wrong, homie, you could never be like us
I hit the town, pull a dime piece, hittin' the clown
I tell a chick to pack it up or put it down, thinking now, yeah
Show respect or I'ma have to slap you
Plus, I'm the best I don't really fuck with rappers
'Cause, a lot of 'em got too much gall
Y'all speak, I speak, but I don't fuck with y'all
Chorus: Ras Kass
Ain't no way out the streets but up and down, look around
Either six figures or six feet under the ground
Ain't no way out the hood but up and down, look around
Either six figures or six feet under the ground
Ain't no way out the hood but up and down, look around
Either six figures or six feet under the ground
Ain't no way out the hood but up and down, look around
Either six figures or six feet under the ground
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