Ransom, Conway, Big Ghost LTD, Rome Streetz - Kill All Rats lyrics

The lifestyles of the cold and heartless
(Yeah)
My truth don't come to the light
I write with a soul of darkness
Throw your carcass back of the alley
Right by them golden arches
Rolled in carpet, body is rotten
Shockin' to know the charges
So accomplished
The corner store is like my Oval Office
Slow and cautious
Meticulous and sick when I load the cartridge
Blow your cartilage in a million pieces
With a brilliant thesis
I'm a God to these gangsters
Like a Sicilian Jesus
Still a creature
(Ah)
Spittin' fire 'cause I'm filled with ether
Steel'll greet you
Give 'em sixteen with the beam
And spill his features
Fill the bleachers
(Woo) , like I'm Jordan shootin'
I'm the raw pollution
Call the troops in, the greatest
So what we all disputin'?
(What we talkin' about?)
Nigga, I never lost a victim (Never)
The Larkin ripped 'em
Then it's back to the long-nose
Like I'm Larsa Pippen
Bars are sickenin', I got across the system
(Yeah)
Y'all niggas lost your vision, read it in
Braille, I'll be the source of wisdom
Nigga
(Ayo, check)

I got Rugers for Judas and
Hollows for Donnie Brasco
(Fuck 'em)
Leave your Fear of God hole-y and
Send you to meet apostles
(Brra, brra)
Before my rap was poppin'
I pushed powder for nostrils
(I did)
In cahoots with wild violent Damus
Makin' plots to pop you
(Grra)
Send you to the upper room, fuck the hospital
(Fuck it)
Leave your soul cozy in a
Box like a Prada shoe
(Haha)
Pretty ghetto thots who I decide to screw
But never hit it raw
But have her traffickin' the
Soft inside a condom
Too
(Facts)
If I get knocked
She pop the pussy on a conjugal
(Uh, huh)
I came up the con way
Sellin' everybody food
(I did)
Acid, weed
Pills and hard rock like Mötley Crüe
Hard-headed, didn't give a fuck
If mommy knew
(Sorry, mom)
Turned one to two and then the clan fed
Took a oath that I would slice
The throat of any Danny Hernandez
(Fuck 'em)
Had six nines in my possession
But I sold 'em all
Never tell you motherfuckers to who
I know protocol
Them food stamps transform to
Franklins and filet mignon
(Uh, huh)
Truffle butter
Swiggin' Ace of Spade like it's Évian
(Yeah)
Dick-ridin' rappers
I'll slide off with your baby mom
(I will)
Have her testin' out molly batches
In a lacy thong
(Mm-hmm)
We rob Paul, pop Peter, sold H to John
Mother Mary and Joseph, until my paper long
(Brr, brr)
Motherfucker (Fuck outta here)

Look
I'm Thanos with the gauntlet
They know they don't want this
(Hah)
You niggas Play-Doh
They gon' spray your mom's shit
(Brr)
They so heartless, ain't
No compassion, nigga
Ain't no conscience
They carry FNs, they gon' take precautions
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
They know Con get crazy at the minimum
He gon' take your arm with
(Huh)
One of them missiles that my Draco launches
(Brr)
That's why when I say
"What's shakin'? "
Ain't no responses
(Niggas shakin')
Drumwork mafia gang, bitch
They gon' bomb shit
(Hah)
Hardest shit in the streets
I shake the tri-state
Look, nigga, you gamblin' with your life
You know it's high stakes
(It's high stakes, nigga)
Water was too hot
Made that mayo jar and that pot break
(Fuck)
Fucked up a quarter-brick, man
That shit had me irate
(That shit got me hot)
Big Ghost, fuck it
Sample the noise my fork and pot make
(Hahahaha)
Twenty-five K for a feature, nigga
That's my rate
(That's my rate)
They say they gon' do
Somethin' to me? Well
I cannot wait
(I'm waitin', pussy)
We gon' shoot up your wake
Fuck niggas can't even die safe
You niggas is not safe

And for you, buck, buck, buck
'cause I don't give a mother fuck
And for you, buck, buck, buck
'cause I don't give a mother fuck