Rat Race by Bugzy Malone
Rat Race by Bugzy Malone

Rat Race

Bugzy Malone * Track #6 On SwaggaMan

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 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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