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all rats
I see the snakes in the tall grass
Tilt the brim on my ball cap
Pour the Rem in my tall glass
And fall back
Cuz I’m all rap
Freight Train lay

Rockin the tank top, look at my tat (Bitch)
My bites as poisonous as a rat and my pockets fat
If you see me where the hoes at, better believe my whole pack

a couple Staxx cuss we stacks cuss we locked in 
I make money by myself, so why I need friends 
I just run it up stack up n double up

They said my life is

It's the dippy dippy don, now you heard that
Let's take it back, where the original Tim the bird at?
I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack

the pack
No callin' in but that's facts
That nigga a snitch
Logic says that your pack full of rats
My niggas is cut like a scratch
We evil at that
Like a bit

That Staten Island Shit

Cappadonna

Slang Prostitution

spots, yo we tip'n it up
I take two or three chicks, not giving a fuck
Call little clay waist, start pack'n the truck
It's like that, take a cruise

G pas un liar
Je représente la tribu, la city, l'empire
T'affrontes le N et tu finis empaillé
Et là, je navigue comme le chapeau de paille
Mouillez le

about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob

Take It from the Top

Biz Markie

The Best of Cold Chillin'

2000

respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You

to prison these c***suckers racist
I aint got time for n****s thats on that fake sh**
Rats and them fleas talking thats a plea bargain
I should be in

muthafuckas know my name B-A-N-K-$
Cut-clack
The young guerrilla out the clicks, baow
G-Unit’s runnin' this shit, blap
As a matter of fact, I smell a rat
You

don swim
Iget to the boat n float
Surrounded by water i drip
I be feeling like jesus am lit
With some new yezzys im clean
Yeah im spottin tha b trynna

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

Get the money and stack
Keep it real this a fact
Niggas quick to tell n turn rat
So I handle it by my doly
You can’t go where I be at

bro…
Only right we end dis album wit a beat dat pounds 
I gotta body this heat wit my 203 pounds 
So I can walk the city streets, catchin’ daps ‘n pounds

a beast, I'm not a rat

If you talk shit, tell your bitch you won't be back
Get you Mack lock, zip lock, smoke and opp packs
Watch a nigga snap when I react

Funky Child

Lords of the Underground

Thumbplay Music Presents: Old School Hip Hop

2010

crawl and hit rock 'n' roller
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just ???, so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is

know she gone tell her friend im kick down the door if they dont let me in
Me and Scrap close like a set of twins and we plan on riding around N matching

Verse1:

N**** been through so much so much s*** they don't know how he alive
He done took so many losses took some hits to his pride

He ain't know

Walk away and say peace
Watch tramp ass hood rats
Walk around with fake gats
Poppin pills of x lax
Beat em down and puttem on the rail road tracks
Bunch

not a game
He getting beat by the whole city but he still on live screaming gang
Juvie you know that shii a shame
These n***** doing anything for

Lagoon
Tonight we're gonna peel away everything you are
You're gonna get infected by our rock 'n 'roll guitars
And once its leaked into your veins, no

your G-
Gauge, get engaged
With these shells, like my enemies (yeah)
Man, fuck peace
By any means, you get shot up
Even your hut, trees
Was

to Black Lagoon
Tonight we're gonna peel away everything you are
You're gonna get infected by our rock-n-roll guitars
And once it's leaked into your veins,