Bugzy Malone – Rat Race Lyrics

[Intro]

This is a Noodles Production

[Verse 1]

Never been a gangster, just a gang member
Always been loco, got a bad temper
About as far back as I can remember
I’ve always wanted to be a gangster
I used to be a jack move monster
Kung Fu hustler, late night baller
Italian mafia, new school mobster
Football hooligan, roadside baller
Got a Rolex once, late September
Had a bag of sand about three weeks later
Blew it in two weeks, useless saver
Now I’m back at mom’s yard, fucking up Sega
Mortal Kombat, childhood savior
First lesson of the day, terrible behavior
Made everybody laugh, stayed back later
Now I’m on report card, rip that paper
I stayed popular, age 14, making skrilla
I was a schoolyard fistfight winner
Joe Calzaghe, legend killer
My first fight was like ‘Thrilla in Manila’
I’m Cassius Clay, you’re Joe Frazier
Age 15, had enough of school
Moved onto the roads and got crazier

[Chorus]

The ghetto is a rat race, will I ever make it?
Or will I stay representing the manor?
Chilling with Manolo
Or will I get snaked like Tony Montana?
5-0 pull up, some get caught
But like Usain Bolt I’m the fastest runner
That’s when I thought, I can never get caught
And I need to stop messing about and make cheddar
The ghetto is a rat race, will I ever make it?
Or will I stay representing the manor?
Chilling with Manolo
Or will I get snaked like Tony Montana?
5-0 pull up, some get caught
But like Usain Bolt I’m the fastest runner
That’s when I thought, I can never get caught
And I need to stop messing about and make cheddar

[Verse 2]

Never been a wise guy, I’m a good fella
Mind of a maniac, thoughts of a killer
Just like the mythical storyteller, but older
And started eating niggas for dinner
Gorilla, I set the roads on fire
Bad boy, sinister make man shiver
Turned into a compulsive liar
Officer I was at home eating dinner
Feds had none of it, got

Harry Fraud – Know About (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Maybach music
Real shit right here
Shit
The [?] got the Harry Fraud
Let me come right back at these hoe niggas
Check me out

[Verse 1]
Shining like Sonny Liston
Smoking that Joe Frazier
Prophet like Muhammad
Abu Dhabi watching cable
You gang banging, I’m dope dealing
My chain swanging, I’m just a dope nigga
Magic bought the Dodgers, I just bought the projects
Broke down 100 bricks, same profit margin
‘nother day in the park, I just wanna play ball
Gots my gats and my drugs
It’s my bat and my glove
High as Darryl Strawberry in back of the club
Sorta time[?] most of my niggas is snorters
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it

[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about

[Verse 2]
I plant the dynamite and then I push the detonator
Go get your money right until then I ain’t fucking with you
Five Jesus pieces but I think the devil got me
Knock a nigga off, get on the phone and laugh about it
Hoe niggas always talking in the past tense
Hate to see a young nigga living in these mansions
Hate to see a young nigga fucking these bad bitches
Fuck her from the back, I got that pussy ad-libbing
Moral of the story, tell a story so terrific
Hit the fan, flip the script, shit could get horrific
What’s your body count nigga, I’m double digits
If your name get on this list somebody gotta get it

[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about