Lyrics:
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
a box of Ls
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first
the rat race
More put your feet up in the bat cave
Pack up your trunk we're heading straight to the forest
Got the keys to the trees from Doris
Back
shell of a life
Armed with knowledge and a knife
Watching as the rails roll by
Somewhere under the Tennessee sky
Living in a rat's den, in and out
We was in the background now we doin' better
I feel like a rat now bitch i need the cheddar
And you know my pack loud cuz I'm healthy
Lil bro you
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
blast and gangbang
Who gives it up for every hooker rat and hood slut
All in the cut Dat Nigga Daz with the pimp strut
You slept game on those who
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
don't make niggas like me (they don't make niggas like me, they don't make niggas like me)
Wassup
I'm that nigga that sold packs by the bungalows
don't make niggas like me (they don't make niggas like me, they don't make niggas like me)
Wassup
I'm that nigga that sold packs by the bungalows
ain't make a sale in a minute
Niggas been bustin' them U-eys, I'll never forget it
I ain't take a L in a minute
You a bitch, he a rat, he a fraud,
Heroin, Ecstasy, Oxycontin, Vicodin
Coca-Cola, everything up in our jeans
Even Methamphetamins, get this bread by any means
PCP, LSD, transactions
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
to your bed
Uh, and I rolled down my
Tent and financed you with
My dad, uh, slid back
To my pad and dropped
Off a pack in the trap
Did it all my hood rats
and I'm a die by that
Dun I used to be the tunnel now we regular ?spress?
Son it's strictly dom bitches never catch me with rats
QB where I took my
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nothin' at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball
I
be moving packs, Check
Shooters got the straps, Check
Posted in the back, Check
We don't fuck with rats, Check
How come you ain't die yet
Run up
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.." ->
else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nothin' at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full
that cheddar like rats
Uh yea back at it
We up in the trap
And we stacking them racks
Come get dis Za
You know it's the best
Can't get this Za
From none
goin' feel this steel
Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold
And them niggas sellin' the work ain't half as old
as the fiends
40k for the time, Balenci sneaks when I glide
Hop off a jet, and we let it glide
Trappin' these rats ride deep in the pack, these shoes are a rack
My
thru a hunnit in 2days
Pack get it shipped in a suitcase
Got yo bitch tryna hang like a shoelace
Interfering a get yo whole crew chased
She wanna fuck in
ransacked by the rat pack
See, I'm the black Humphrey Bogart
Puffin' Blacks though, hella smart, asshole
See, this my culinary art how I
Cook up such food for
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