Artist: Joe Mafia f/ Cassius Clay
Album:  This One
Song:   R.A.T.S. (Gangstaz)
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Intro: Cassius Clay (Joe Mafia)]
That's that other shit right here (Mafia)
Some real Maffy shit, get them niggas something
They don't even expect though (Mafia)
Youknowhatimean? Spitting at ya'll niggas, heh
For real, this is that old other shit
That Maffy shit (yeah, yo, yo)

[Chorus 2X: Joe Mafia (Cassius 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 niggas on the block, you can't stop my flow
Scrape it up, gotta go back, and chop some more
Get that bomb ass shit, make it hot some more
Niggas 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]

[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, fuck around and get vicked this time
I walk a thin line between rhyme or crime
Yo, niggas getting clapped at the borderline
Bitches suck 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, nigga, let me grind
Let everybody eat, jiggy, extra time, aiyo

[Chorus 2X]

[Joe Mafia]
East to West Coast what you twerking with
When word get work, pulling skirts in this
Game recognize game, throwing curves and shit
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, bitch, tell your click
Could be rich by the time that my soul get lit
And wont 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 associates
Torch pass to the wrath, cuz I'm rolling thick
Come through on the humble and fold ya shit
Shitted all on the humble and it's over with, aiyo

[Chorus 2X]