(Intro)
If it's one thing I hate in this world homie it's rat mazes
Can't stop , won't stop damn


(Verse 1)
Up in front the dollar store stood the !@^%

She's up to no good before
Walk into your crib high heels hitting no wooden floor
Sky across her abdomen, brown eyes %#@!ty face

Cold so cold amongst the projects , city scapes
A fat man is $#&@ing her his pop belly hangs
He reeks when he breathes

Jesus she got fangs
She's stranger than a stranger, she's dangerous
She played atari while old man smoked angel dust

Back as kids hanging on the bench of cracking bearing
Her boyfriend so crack he's back to rack and tearing
She dropped out in the 10th grade but the sack is smack

And after that got kicked around like a hockey sack
%#@! is a cold world for a girl
She never had a conscious she only had abortions

Beggars can't be choosers,
You eat %#@! in rationed portions
This is a story about a (*##$ back in Boston


(Hook)
If it's one thing I hate in this world homie it's rat mazes

Can't stop , won't stop damn
Force me to look places to look for bad people
I can't even explain that

The dangerous, the ruggedness
The pressing , tell 'em
Can't stop , won't stop damn

Force me to look places to look for bad people

(Verse 2)

Little man's broke, plus his mom struggle with cold pops
An OG that ODed last screams made his veins freeze
On the southern smoked over chilling in his shoulder

Screwing in his lap he cooked his smack , gave us all a slap
From the greatest crap he died from a fatal zap
Besides that , his nesses is smoking rest

Far from blast , rising questions
For the one's who'll die next
Starring at the pie racks

Up in the projects watching his mom scrip the lighter
The pipe even tighter, she took a toke
Filled her lungs with smoke

Held until she chocked, and blew a cloud from her throat and spoke
Like this is the cope reason to cope and pour a C note
I purchase 5 20's with the money rip the plastic bag

Placed a rock on the glass, and yelled the second glass is strong
Drag the churk and rob the ash
Cough like an old hag like little man paces the bad

Praying for paces with the paces in Boston mass

(Hook)

If it's one thing I hate in this world homie it's rat mazes
Can't stop , won't stop damn
Force me to look places to look for bad people

I can't even explain that
The dangerous, the ruggedness
The pressing , tell 'em

Can't stop , won't stop damn
Force me to look places to look for bad people


(Verse 3)
Ayo, purp smoke blowing in her hair now she going hard
Door knockers on the air swimming slobbin oggs

Live on her knees but worship ain't the purpose
She giving hat service, slurping ^!$$%s for purses
Open the closed curtains, she $#&@ing everyday y'all

Clubbing every night different players on the radar
Smuther around the way y'all day long no stopping
Mels in and out the box she the post office

No dark physiques (*##$ pop and burnin
Fry a ^!$$% wig Malcom X with his permin
Vermin, all in the apartment squirming
Dirty laundry, pow dishes no detergent
Words she done play a few, snooze and she 'll take your dough

Canari type for a wife can't mistake the hoe
Got a couple ^!$$% hit, round she don't give a %#@!
Nothing new same old script just a different beat

(Hook)

If it's one thing I hate in this world homie it's rat mazes
Can't stop , won't stop damn
Force me to look places to look for bad people
I can't even explain that
The dangerous, the ruggedness

The pressing , tell 'em
Can't stop , won't stop damn
Force me to look places to look for bad people