you) in extreme need, the fat rat said: lucky to have met you you make me high, so i regret (can't leave you fat) like...rats gathering like rats gathering like...rats gathering like rats
stick up kids for their watches and chains But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
Crack [Chorus] For every shell that fell There's a story to tell They say you hustler then you going to hell Nah, I know God love's me Yeah, I know that
checks, go holla at my boy Damon) [Chorus] All my niggaz throw your Dubs up If you ain't from the west side put your guns up Let a shot go Nigga Squeeze
his own brother face his back Give love and take it back Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats
cash money prince blow the trumpet man They say they want the drugs to stop But I am a major step back when my album drop I got dat wet crack flow out
fire with my HB's Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard And you can find me Right up in them hallways
Nd chit chat Nicki could qet it in Nicki could spit gats Ya qirl qot hustle Nicki could pitch crack But Nicki rather chill Nd stack a mill While dese hoes Stai in hoods like rats
And a fifth of ambition Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin My mission is to hit with precision
back All through my house I set up traps It seem like the rats have a map But nowadays I don't know how to act So now I feed the rats crack [ ROUND
just topped it off, this shit here is fucked up You either, eat or you starve, rob or go get a job Break down to either wake up, hustle or pray to God
about the streets but when they rap they songs They claim they tote the heat, they quick to clap they guns In interviews be braggin bout the crack they
backs In the storm watching out through the wet cracks Looking for heaven off in all the wrong places I've given up so all long faces, let it rain Well keep your head up
his knapsack, got a crack pack You don't know if it's there if your vision ain't abstract We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats Voted for Obama, hoping
weed and crazy blunts Word is, Curtis rats and they ain't seen you once Diamoned up Back with Bad Boy reminiscin', me and Big both Bacardi Limoned up (What Up
I'ma bomb on n****z until they can't bomb back The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack All of s*** changed since a came A lot came 'round here, f***in' up