We're breaking out, we're running the streets. We're the youth, we won't take a seat. Standing tall, standing side by side. Never break us down, never
I sat back and watched you fall apart. Destined for failure from the very start. Too much to prove, not enough sense to get by. Got smashed up again,
any cost. Rat City Riot! Shout it out, it belongs to us. Rat City Riot! This town is ours, come on let's fight! Rat City Riot! Rat City Riot, won't ruin
How many times, How many times stepped over that line? Foot to the floor. Never looked back at that swinging door. Speed down the road. Heart pumps too
week for that Beat the rat, but you're sayin', "Look, he think he the mack" Fuck ya'll, niggas who thinkin' they might try us Watch us inside riots,
head for the new style Fuck Laurence Powell and Briseno, Wind and Koon, pretty soon We'll fuck them like they fucked us and won't kiss 'em Riots ain'
s right. Pass the axe an' I'll show you justice, your blocking freedom out of sight. Pass the axe and I'll take a slice. When a rat is cornered a rat
hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head Hey call me the mud city mangler
to my, FIST.. .. why it's in yo' forehead! And if you really think you got what it takes to step to the game, GO RIGHT AHEAD! Chorus [Ras Kass] The ghettofabulous Rat Pack, inner city
number on your wall Endless strange things I see at night, you don't see anything at all Shine a light into your soul City streets so freezing cold City
the rat, but you're sayin' "look, he think he the mack" F**k ya'll! Niggas who thinkin' they might try us Watch us inside riots Blue cars and light fires
you catch a kick like them yamaha drums and thats the bricks, as i lounge like a fat rat you bust back and might catch a cat, rat-a-tat-tat the one and
t going again First Z got merked Then Roy got merked Now homie still in the hood why he ain't get hurt? I smell something fishy man it might be a rat
number on your wall Endless strange things I see at night You don't see anything at all Shine a light into your soul City streets so freezing cold City
than a few of my personal friends Since the beginning, it seems like it never ends The story, ancient as lyrical allegory and it's all gory The Little Shop of City