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of the ladder
Downward spiral to nothing
The smallest rat in the pack

Becoming the king of the hill
Caused by a twisted mind
No chance of recovery
No
on the road. 
Well it hurt me to no end to see the back of my best friend 
Guess I'll go and pack my things 
And I'll get back on the road again 

Well I've
They don't push, don't crowd
Congregate until they're much too loud
Fuck to procreate till they are dead
Drink the blood of their so-called best
of green 
I'm known from the Liffy on down to Segu 
And I'm known by the name of Little Johnny Doo 

Of all the trades a-goin' sure a-beggin' is the best
don't push  don't crowd
Congregate until they're much too loud
Fuck to procreate till they are dead
Drink the blood of their so called best friend

They
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
My heart beats in my head and it's thunderous
Those caught in the rat race plunder us
They know what's best for us
They know what's best for us
Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is

I can't even lie
rat pack
For Mary

She bought me this silk suit, watch and chain
She put the rhythm in my stride again
She showed me the way to make her feel good
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
shorty can't stand shorty friend
''cause honey friend fuck many, many men
Stay wit' the rats ''cause the rats is real
Want to fuck? Then we fuck already
shorty can't stand shorty friend
''cause honey friend fuck many, many men
Stay wit' the rats ''cause the rats is real
want to fuck? Then we fuck already
metronome
Pack rat packs 'The Papers' like super gnome
Punch the clock in situations no win
Catch the weekdays past and next begins

Ambitions overrated, gets
WHASSUP?!

Chorus: {vocal samples)

"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." ->
clack clack
Money is stacked, now bust your gun, clack clack

Made 'em throw they hands up, but then lay flat
Rat pack eat up, the average alley cat
of the rest of the mice runnin' wit you
You pack gats then I'm fuckin' wit' you, But if you
live by the gun you gon die by the fuckin' pistol

[Chorus]
of the mice runnin' wit you
You pack gats then I'm wit you
But if you live by the gun, you gon' die by the pistol

If the D.A. ask me to tell, I'm like uh uh
Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a blunt
Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
I was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night,
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight.
It was just a drunken hobo dancing
layin dead
But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back
Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat
Hoo wooda said that it wooda helped anyway
Wit mo guns
man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance
build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap
got my Rat Pack Rat Pack
So don’t worry bout my accent
You life your life in past tense
You know some girls you best friends
I know some girls we have