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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 SongtexteThen 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 Aus Songtexte Mania