Ca**ius Clay - R.A.T.S. (Gangstaz) lyrics

[Intro: Ca**ius Clay (Joe Mafia)] That's that other sh** right here (Mafia) Some real Maffy sh**, get them n***as something They don't even expect though (Mafia) Youknowhatimean? Spitting at ya'll n***as, heh For real, this is that old other sh** That Maffy sh** (yeah, yo, yo) [Chorus 2X: Joe Mafia (Ca**ius Clay)] Fake cats fronting ain't gangsta (ain't gangsta) Get thrown in the trunk, or get taped up (taped up) East to West Coast rape in the paper Major league stee, raise the stakes up (the stakes up) [Joe Mafia] Aiyo, I'm digging in the scene with a gansta lean Got a pocket full of dough and a nickle gleem Twisting up the green, hydro, eyes low Corny n***as on the block, you can't stop my flow Scrape it up, gotta go back, and chop some more Get that bomb a** sh**, make it hot some more n***as know my steeze, strictly mop and glow Well, caught a man down to a dime a blow Come on, speak ya mind off, cuz I'm dying to know Hands at your fort now, cuz it's poisonal Flying red eye with ties in Mexico Skyline, bloodline, in San Diego Big P that's my cuzzo, down the low Keep it long, story short, how it could possible Pushing through FedEx, all the trees to go Prices go up and down like the seasons, yo [Chorus 2X] Fake cats fronting ain't gangsta (ain't gangsta) Get thrown in the trunk, or get taped up (taped up) East to West Coast rape in the paper Major league stee, raise the stakes up (the stakes up) [Joe Mafia] With the automatic stash box, four wheel drive Burning up ninety five, I will survive VA to Harlem River Drive, let's ride Dip dip dive, cuz your lies, it's mine Young guns bugging out, fronting for shine Get your stripes right off the dick this time Sick, f** around and get vicked this time I walk a thin line between rhyme or crime Yo, n***as getting clapped at the borderline b**hes s** dick up in the Porsche for lying Just some high real quick, have 'em hoarse or crying Kid got his wig split, I had to toss the iron Pulled an OJ swift, with enforcer slide All up in my lab, like of course, McBride Get 'em on the payroll, n***a, let me grind Let everybody eat, jiggy, extra time, aiyo [Chorus 2X] Fake cats fronting ain't gangsta (ain't gangsta) Get thrown in the trunk, or get taped up (taped up) East to West Coast rape in the paper Major league stee, raise the stakes up (the stakes up) [Joe Mafia] East to West Coast what you t**ng with When word get work, pulling skirts in this Game recognize game, throwing curves and sh** Chicks see my dip, and Excursion whips At the bar popping bottles of Mo' and Crys' Red Poltergeist bird, holding Benjamins My whole team trynna trick, b**h, tell your click Could be rich by the time that my soul get lit And won't have no regrets, we Thelonius The perference be VVS to Succonian Dime fist get tossed without noticing USSR, like the Soviets You hear the mic is like silent a**ociates Torch pa** to the wrath, cuz I'm rolling thick Come through on the humble and fold ya sh** sh**ted all on the humble and it's over with, aiyo [Chorus 2X] Fake cats fronting ain't gangsta (ain't gangsta) Get thrown in the trunk, or get taped up (taped up) East to West Coast rape in the paper Major league stee, raise the stakes up (the stakes up)