Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
fuck with rats that's a low trade
Was boys in the hood with dem steel blades
Give a fuck about your food take your whole plate
I'm doing drills with
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
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
on,
Talk a Cindy out of her glass slipper.
The pumpkin (pump can) help me roll up,
Before I show up,
Trade the rats for horsepower,
They rag,
Won't give
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
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
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
my trade
I've been a shine boy for your acid brat
And a wharf rat of your state
Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing
Oh, you're not
my trade
I've been a shine boy for your acid brat
And a wharf rat of your state
Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing
Oh, you're not
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
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...
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
Wanna make a bet
We'll be neck to neck taking off the gloves
Spider versus bat
Tiger versus rat, rabbit versus dove
Wanna make a bet
Odds are
As you always say
Do you miss the pace? The rat race, a racket
If you had to face it now
Do you still think you could hack it?
When you're back in town
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
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
one
Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in that heat 'til the motherfucking snow come
And it feels so fucking good
Throw my dope like
one
Trade in the tidal wave, this is the ocean
Stand in that heat 'til the motherfucking snow come
And it feels so fucking good
Throw my dope like
Well, I learned the trade from Piggy Knowles
Sing Sing Tommy Shay, boys
God used me as a hammer, boys
To beat his weary drum today
Hoist that
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