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Rat Tat Tat
Onyx & Snowgoons
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Listen to the sound of the MAC go rat-tat-tat-tat
Rat-tat-tat-tat
Listen to the sound of the MAC go rat-tat-tat-tat
Rat-tat-tat-tat
Ayo, I'm back, back, black with the Gucci hat back
Gat in the back of the Gucci knapsack
Ayo, I'm strapped with the MAC, got the Uzi, MAC black
Niggas won't react 'cause he knew he clap back
This is for my niggas locked up in the Beacon
Niggas comin' home locked up for the weekend
Rats in the cell, gotta watch where you speakin'
Jails overcrowded with the blacks, Puerto Ricans
Hundred mad niggas comin' through wavin' llamas
Niggas gettin' blunted all day, blazin' skama
Niggas gettin' murdered on the block, raise the hammer
Side rate niggas better fuckin' save the drama
We ain't havin' it, what? We ain't havin' it
All my niggas get in the bag, we ready to grab the shit
Fuck that, niggas get hit right in the cabbage quick
Murder scene, goddamn shit was so tragic, kid
Listen to the sound of the MAC go rat-tat-tat-tat
Rat-tat-tat-tat
Listen to the sound of the MAC go rat-tat-tat-tat
Rat-tat-tat-tat
It's a street survivor, it's a ghetto survivor
Man, you niggas gettin' clapped, you know the mandem stay strapped
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, pussy, or you get clapped
Non-fiction, strictly fact, I'm in the projects all black, all black
Get the tats up from the dot, I'm from the Rexdale block
You know we still duckin' the cops, you pussy or you get shot
Rat-tat-tat-tat, that's how the gun go
I'm from the town of killers, yeah, that's TO
Double back, watch the duffel stack, gotta muffle that
One attack, waited 'til he 'lapped, this ain't no mumble rap
Don't react, gotta learn what type of heart you pack
Unattached, kill a beat or leave it on cardiac
Arrested development
Your brain missin' chemicals and
Elements that make your style relevant
Bailed out the twenty-fifth, phone still in evidence
Out for dead presidents, the only thing to represent me
If Heaven's Gates has a sign sayin' nothin' is free
Then what we givin' up to eat from the tree?
I robbed Peter to pay Paul, back inside the project beige halls
They shootin', but nobody play ball
The way your eyes widen just say it all
These air holes let it breathe while it's sprayin' off
Now who the hell think they ready for the reign of the big UFO?
For Fredro, we ready to go, that's all we know, right
Listen to the sound of the MAC go rat-tat-tat-tat
Rat-tat-tat-tat
Listen to the sound of the MAC go rat-tat-tat-tat
Rat-tat-tat-tat (Right)
Listen to the sound of the MAC go rat-tat-tat-tat
Rat-tat-tat-tat (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Listen to the sound of the MAC go rat-tat-tat-tat
Rat-tat-tat-tat
Just fall back, playboy
This not even that real
Snowgoons, Fredro Starr
It's the big UFO, right
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