So Many Days Lyrics

So Many Days lyrics

featuring K. Born, Ras Kass  

  

 Intro:  

  

 Dead. Ain't shit diffin all the thugs.  

 Blew the video. Ras Kass  

 Organized rhymes, nigga  

 Listen  

  

 Verse 1: Ras Kass  

  

 I got the currier for thug passion, 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 niggaz I'm gonna get your ass back, like your ass crack  

 Shit lowjack and you know that  

 I ain't never bout wit down nigga  

 Act crowback, round up, flip flap back wit more drama  

 Life is six figures, double niggaz wit babies mommas  

 You know this cat, and if not get the million wit butterflies  

 MC's live like catterpilla (pilla)  

 Beyond some dreams, smoke fuckin 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 ass  

 and drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of beer  

 Some say my attitude is fucked 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 Kass 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  

 Fuck the trees, my senses provide the photosynthesis  

 I got my front and my back, like prevysesis  

 So tell me who this niggaz think they intimidated  

 I ain't havin none of that shit 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 fuckin 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  

 Fuck a bitch in the mouth, but then pussy 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. Niggaz wiggin out like Whitney Houston  

 You feel me ? I do shit  

 Pussy  

  

 Chorus repeated once