nigga [Ras Kass] First of all, she 5'8", I'm 5'6" But if I put on my Prince heels, can we go on a dance Had her laughin, like Ras you off the hook I
the slossin' It's so must that I smash when I mash for me Ask cash-n-gash Nobody ride for free Ooh wee They say Ras you a rider? I reply, "Well hell
Hook: We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches (But it's B.Y.O.B.) Bring your own bud, brew, and bitches Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and
Chorus: Miami Life, at any price, keep my pockets nice Eff the po-lice, Miami Life ain't nuttin nice Miami Life, at any price, keep my pockets nice Eff
I been around the world once, had your fiance twice I ain't nothin' nice but every lifestyle got a price Kiss my momma on the cheek 'cause her love was
Yeah, it goes down Yeah, it goes down Uh-huh, it goes down It goes down I thought you knew it went down Believe that I rock Versacci, sippin' VSOP and
Hook/Chorus: Now I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam Rock the park In the Bronx, but I still snap skulls in the dark So can you recoginze shit is real When
9 flat in the hundred And goddamn if I don't slam my wallets in danger So I'm coming out like unborn baby's with hangers And chronic stress is comtemplated so fuck being high Ras Kass
I was told two wrongs don't make a right but three rights make a left Act your age not your color but I'd rather act darker Mark a page with mazes of
like the crossfader Rap data, ...... the elevators Escape the projects, livin' inside the skyscraper Fuck that I'm takin' back the forty acres ...... nature (Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby) [Ras Kass
Intro Psssshh, I guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone You know what I'm sayin man? Runnin around in these streets trickin,
The story begins like a Dickens Novel, David Copperfield "I am born" And naw nigga we all just can't get along 5996 A-L The Year of Light Illuminati borner
[Ras Kass] What, yeah yeah 1-9-9-9, the "Waterproof" nigga Y'all little faggot ass niggas, you always gotta fuckin' comment Y'all like little bitches
Smokin a beadie, flippin the script like a hermaphrodite So choose your weapon if ya got beef, chief Cause we can take it to the looseleaf sheets or concrete streets Cause Ras
Hallelujah when I do ya Verse One: Shit, I ain't never seen an angel, virgin bitches with halos But my secular metaphysical theology is fatal Because
off the roof like Mack 10 Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest Ras Kass the Nova Don
[Ras Kass] (yea, yea YEAH) What, you don't want it, niggas liver than Teen Summit The Wild Pitch, America's Most drunk and blunted Stick to fishes, black