Snitch

Anything that you need, believe me I'm gon' lace you, Yeah

Just don't, whatever you do, snitch

Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, Yeah

(Verse 1: Obie Trice)

Thats risky, the bitch tenderize out a nigga

His history's snitch, who decided he's a member?

Once he got pinched, coincided with law

Same homie say he lay it down for the bar

Brought gang squad around ours

How could it be?

Been homies since superman draws

Only phoniness never came to par

He had us, a true neighborhood actor

Had his back with ks, now we see through him like X-Rays

Cuffed in that Adam car, no matter his loss

We at 'em, it's war

Knowin not to cross those reservoir dogs

You help to plant seeds, just to be a vegetable?

When we invest in team, its to the death for sho'

No X and O's, tex calicos

Aimed at your chest nigga

(Chorus: Akon)

I keep the 40 cal on my side

Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster

Ya see a nigga pass by

Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya

Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale

Anything that you need, believe me I'm gon' lace you Yeah

Just dont, whatever you do, snitch

Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, Yeah

(Verse 2: Obie Trice)

We started out as a crew, when one speak, it's all honest

Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's

Recondences when we peep enemies on us

Been in these corners

Sellin' like anything on us

Knowing heaven'll shun us being devil's miners

But that ain't got shit to do with the tea in China

We gon' keep the grind up till death can find us

Mean time, leanin in them European whips reclined up

It's eye for an eye for the riders

We ain't trying to get locked up, we Soul Survivors

Po Po's is cowards, its no you, its ours

We vow this, mixing Yayo with soda powder

Who woulda known he would fold and cower

Once the captain showed, he sold Old McDonalds

No X and O's, tex calicos

Aimed at your chest nigga

(Chorus: Akon)

I keep the 40 cal on my side

Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster

You see a nigga pass by

Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya

Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale

Anything that you need, believe me I'm gon' lace you

Just dont, whatever you do, snitch

Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, Yeah

(Verse 3: Obie Trice)

Nowadays, Sammy the Bull's, got the game full

So he moved to a rural area to keep cool

They snitchin on the snitch now, it's nothing to tell

Nowadays your circle should be small as hell

Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me

Even if we bubble slow, we get it eventually

No penitentiary, though we know clemecy

You will meet the lord snitchin, given us a century

These cats is rats now, the streets need decon

Thats how they react now, weak, when the heat's on them

Stop snitchen, you asked for the life you live in

This act is not permitted, no where on the map

It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison

If you've been in it along with 'em

And then snitch and become hidden

No X and O's, tex calicos

Aimed at your chest nigga

(Chorus: Akon)

I keep the 40 cal on my side

Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster

You see a nigga pass by

Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya

Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale

Anything that you need, believe me I'm gon' lace you

Just dont, whatever you do, snitch

Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, Yeah

(Obie Trice)

You rat bastard! (bastard)(echo)

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