brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats
[police radio] [humming] [U-God] Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and
s pay For trips that last for only 2-3 day How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchini Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini Them type of cats
like glass windows Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest
don't care.. Uh-huh, uh, what Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) Ain't no other cats got love for me Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me Ain't no cats gon' shed
(feat. 2Pac and Drag-On) [Chorus:] Ain't no other cats got love for me Ain't no cats goin' bust slugs for me Ain't no cats goin' shed blood for me But
now you're through (Cats, Rats) The search is on, so you just better run And find yourself another way Probably dead, they don't feel a thing To keep them living for another day (Rats
with prayer Petition the Lord with prayer You cannot petition the Lord with prayer Dead cats, dead rats, did you see what they were at, alright Dead
rap So you rhyming is like giving [?] a slap [Chorus] [Verse 3:] In the jungle where alley cats and rowdy rats We probably at playgrounds where they stash the dead
You better be creepin But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin Me and my dogs We don't fuck with you cats Go to the pen Don't fuck with no rats
me, actin' like she miss this Playground just for her to play in the hay around Fringe benefits, make her wanna stay around Money makin' cats with gats who love hood rats
get me a lil bit more I'm a fiend for the bread, so the Ted is out for the cash flow I like them nasty hoes, them hood rats, them ghetto women I'm a
Em Wrong We All Meet Up At The Wall On The Hall And I Ain't Pain I Let The Home Boy Pat Me Down My Nigga Ain't Said Shit About The Gat He Found Hood Rats
We went with baseball bats, walk in studio with tapes and DATs Leave you standin on doormats, next to cats and dead rats Tecs make you jump like acrobats
don't like lazarus just black baby where my soul be at star spelled backwards is rats let bra man rap I'm trapped in the back with these industry cats
love you like me) [Verse four:] Sagoddi, swingin tux wit wallys Yall niggas dont wanna try me For them presidents by now Ill leave you dead Filled up
love you like me) [Verse four:] Sagoddi, swingin tux wit wallys Yall niggas dont wanna try me For them presidents by now Ill leave you dead Filled
probably bust your chin [repeat 2X:] first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen" I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats Scratch up