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Snitch

Convict, yeah

Shady, Convict music

Guess who's back?

Still we're here, haters

Akon and Obie Trice, yeah

Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?

Whatcha gonna do?

Take 'em all back to the street

I keep the 40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mind state 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

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

Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah

It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga

It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member

Once he got pinched, coincided with law

Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy

Brought game 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 K's

Now we see through him like X-ray's, cuffed in that Adam car

No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war

Knowin' not to cross those Reservoir Dogs

You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable

When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'

No ex and oh's, tex calicos

Aim at your chest nigga

I keep the 40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mind state 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

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

Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah

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

Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's

Reconnaissance when we peep enemies on us

Been on these corners, sellin' like anythin' on us

Knowin' heaven has shown us being devil's minors

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

We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us

Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up

It's eye for an eye for the riders

We ain't tryin' to get locked up, we soul survivors

Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours

We vow this, mixin' yayo with soda powder

Who woulda known he would fold and cower

Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonald's

So it's no ex and oh's, tex calicos

Aim at your chest nigga

I keep the 40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mind state 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

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

Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah

Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full

So he move to a rural area to keep cool

They snitchin' on a snitch now, it's nothin' to tell

Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell

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

Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually

No penitentiary, there will be no clemency

You will meet the lowest, Snitch, in given us a century

These cats is rats now, the streets need decon

That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em

Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'

This act is not permitted, nowhere 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

So it's no ex and oh's, tex calicos

Aim at your chest nigga

I keep the 40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mind state 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

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

Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah

You rat, bastard

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