Rat Race

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[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 bang to rights I done a little one stretch, came out bigger 2008, I ate food 'till my tummy couldn't get fuller I'm talking about man's weight I ate man for flake at breakfast and dinner No less than half a box, throwing out O's for about 15 Mega, I can stop flipping my P, cleaver Quick gambling, the roulette spinner He's no longer a compulsive sinner I've turned over a new leaf So I've been up in the gym exchanging leather Can't see me standing on street Looking to be pound for pound Roy Jones Jr Crossed with Muhammed Ali [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
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