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enough you will be successful
Rat race
Mama is a jack of all trades
She be hawking like forever
Rat race
I gat respect for folks running
The rat race
Make

Two-faced cheapskates, third-rate prima donnas… it’s too late for a trade-off. Stalemate rat race, bet your bottom dollar… it’s too late for

fuck wit rats that's a low trade
Was boys in the hood wit dem steel blades
Give a fuck bout your food take the whole plate

I'm doing drills wit

Hustle all day just to double double up
I don't trust these niggaz cuz they be some rats
Trade they mans for a couple bucks

I took the knife out my back

EAT THEIR OWN  So much was laid to waste We fell in line to trade eye for an eye  Rats are in control With no moral code Now they have shown They would

Like my rat pack trade it for a pack sack no 
So many stars pawns of stars seeing me lawless 
fifty bars it don't matter what you be doing as long 
What

forgotten world. 
 We are just the objects of trade in this death rat-race of this globe gone wild. 
 Tell me what is left for us, tell me what is left for

Panhandlin' Prince

Ugly Kid Joe

America's Least Wanted

1992

Well, I'm pullin' twenty G's a year
I know it ain't much but at least I'm in touch, yeah
With reality
And I wouldn't trade no places to be in rat races

Yeah, huh, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya (if Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

Snitches and rats, snitches and rats
Snitches

and what
do I get for my pain? I trade desires and a piece of game...
Even though I know, I suppose I'll show all my cool
and cold lack of control...

I’ll take you to this place in the woods
Where I sit down and lose my mind
I sit here with a smile on my face
Escaping from this rat race
And as I

Pipe it to the bitches, pipe up

The life I live is amazing, on God on On God
On God, on God I wouldn't trade it
The life I live is amazing, on God

Fast Lanes and Country Roads

Barbara Mandrell

Country Classics, Vol. 6 (1985-1986)

1988

There's an eight lane highway out in L.A.
Headed nowhere
Every day is a rat race, they're fighting for first place
It's like a nightmare

It's

Jack of All Trades

Soul Asylum

Hang Time

1988

If I could be anything I wanted
I don't know but, oh
I'd be stuck here with myself
Be an Average Joe

But if I could be like a Jack of all trades

Model house life meltdown
Still a modern dream let down
It kills me, you know I'm dying out here
What would you trade the pain for?
I'm not sure

Trade on they manz for a split of the check
You goofy ya life is a mess
Like Disney ya best friend a muhh fucking rat

INTRO:
I don't even need to see the clock start ticking/
In fact, I'd like to trade all of my 15 minutes/
15 minutes.../
In fact, I'd like to trade

Money in the bank, stocks and trades, gotta up up my rank
Addin' up, yeah, invest in me, I'ma own real estate
Cash on deck, C.O.D., it's a sign

a price 
Or trade for some other form of compensation
A "rat" is a traitor, a conceiver, planner or physical participator
He doesn't sell secrets for

trade a place, yeah
Even though I'm late, I'm late, still wouldn't change a thing, nah
I'm the latest and the greatest, yeah, keep out the way, uh
No, I'm

(SpiffoMadeIt, bitch)

My lil' nigga turned into a rat, so it's fuck what we was
You niggas gon' keep it honest, we tellin' lies to the judge
Car

Plottin on a 100 mill all cash
Big guns make a nigga wanna haul ass
If a nigga aint a rat he jake da snake
If a bitch dont like me she must be...

The Little Beggarman

The Clancy Brothers

Irish Folk Songs & Airs

1994

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

back will never be the same
Trade my life for a 401k
All I want is a healthy prostate
Sweaty tit stains all up on my t-shirt
Just from doing a little