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Crack Up Rats

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

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

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

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

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

crack I can't go back to rappin' in my cango hat You wanna put a little game on that? How lame is that? You fuckin' with the same ol' rats We all have

said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?" He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home" I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone The crackers up

's a crack vial Pushers, dealers, crack heads are buying Now the dealer's in jail, all the crack heads are dying My man got AIDS, he was hit hard To

lye up I hate to have to tie the next guy up Pay attention to tims ten wins, wu blends Now I'm starin' you, the true buckle up Now who's a legend? It