Ras Ka** - So Many Days lyrics

Intro: Dead. Ain't sh** diffin all the thugs Blew the video. Ras Ka** Organized rhymes, n***a Listen Verse 1: Ras Ka** I got the currier for thug pa**ion, picture that, the atomic core Black and wrist, with the crack get the gat If I plob more pressure my wrist gets snappy Groupies get the bozack Snake n***as I'm gonna get your a** back, like your a** crack sh** lowjack and you know that I ain't never bout wit down n***a Act crowback, round up, flip flap back wit more drama Life is six figures, double n***as wit babies mommas You know this cat, and if not get the million wit bu*terflies MC's live like catterpilla (pilla) Beyond some dreams, smoke f**in get paid Every thing I shave your blades, wit the same drawers For three days, and run relays, all up in your PJ's Like I'm from there, where my chronic smokin crew Hit trees like Sonny and Cher, I came to kick a** And drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of beer Some say my attitude is f**ed up and real crummy Since I come from the state where it's always sunny Ha ha ha ha ha, I had to find that funny, so I said: No child, I work hoes for the money Chorus: Ras Ka** and K. Born: So many days, so many nights So many mics blown So many ways to die, so many strive So many days, so many nights So many mics blown So many ways to die, so many try Verse 2: K. Born How you do that there ? Tellin practically movin MC's, like keys and no C's, please f** the trees, my senses provide the photosynthesis I got my front and my back, like prevysesis So tell me who this n***as think they intimidated I ain't havin none of that sh** that bein constipated My pants still gon sag on flat ends. Still gonna have cat ends And I'm still on critically The queen of central corner vaugh matches lyrically So what I'm tryin to say, is y'all ain't f**in wit me (true) I am goin to heaven for the weather, and inhale for the company Once before the icore. Switch my soft war Release the rugged more, wit the mark of the beast f** a b**h in the mouth, but then p**y gets infected wit gees Gotti John the Baptist (Who wanna get wet) You know your mark. Get ready, get set, and lets start a revolution Yo. n***as wiggin out like Whitney Houston You feel me ? I do sh** p**y Chorus repeated once