Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Snitchin' , by - Chamillionaire. Release date: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Snitchin' |
| This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas |
| Northside, Southside, chunk ya deuce up |
| This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas |
| Eastside, Westside, chunk ya deuce up |
| Plenty niggas get they head turned red for the bread |
| Start off with the information, load it up in ya head |
| Couldn’t hold it, so it turned out its sumthin' he said |
| What he tell the FEDS (need someone to call) |
| Your decision was to snitchin' and they was there to listen |
| When he told what he know, said they barely was trippin' |
| Less time, now the niggas in a better position |
| Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin' |
| He was lookin at a 30 but he only did 10 |
| How them years turn to months, can he tell you dat, and |
| He ain’t really gotta answer, just the sweat in his hands |
| Will he make it out to make it, hmmm well it depends |
| Everybody know the info you was tellin ya friends |
| Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen |
| Russian Roulette, yep nigga bet the barrel will spin |
| You hear that, yea nigga thats the sound of revenge |
| Walk down the right road |
| 'Cause the streets is so cold |
| You betta take ya life slow |
| Or you’ll miss it |
| Listen to the G-Code |
| If you know what I know |
| Then you’ll keep yo mouth closed |
| (Keep your mouth closed, nigga) |
| We don’t tolerate snitches |
| This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas |
| Northside, Southside, chunk ya deuce up |
| This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas |
| Eastside, Westside, chunk ya deuce up |
| If you gon live that crime life, I hope you hold dat 9 tight |
| You live life like a pussy then thats probably what you’ll die like |
| I neva eva loved a sucka, them ain’t really my type |
| Rats, snakes, yea mayne the game is full of wildlife |
| Don’t wanna do no time right? |
| You wanna live that high life |
| Like go withdrawl, have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight |
| Enter ya crib, see the clouds peepin' through ya skylight |
| You be a copycat, caught him right after my life, cause mine right |
| Thats what he told me but I didn’t listen |
| Doin crime for a dime wasn’t my intention |
| You insane, think his name sumthin' I will mention |
| Only snitches (need someone to tell) |
| Alotta niggas in the game, hustlin' doin they thing |
| Usin codes on the phone with unusual slang |
| If you know what he know then you won’t say a thing |
| You wouldn’t need someone to tell |
| Careful bout the life you lead, ain’t smart with ya life |
| You plead, the streets will ignite ya T |
| Like you ain’t got the right to breathe |
| (Cough) To choke on the realness |
| Reality is what the fake don’t know how to deal with |
| Words leak from the teeth, but he’ll say seal it |
| Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with |
| Find a nigga that be hustlin to make a deal with |
| But the streets will hold court for him and’ll deal with it |
| Walk down the right road |
| 'Cause the streets is so cold |
| You betta take ya life slow |
| Or you’ll miss it |
| Listen to the G-Code |
| If you know what I know |
| Then you’ll keep yo mouth closed |
| (Keep your mouth closed, nigga) |
| We don’t tolerate snitches |
| This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas |
| Northside, Southside, chunk ya deuce up |
| This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas |
| Eastside, Westside, chunk ya deuce up |
| This for the G’s, street jugglin, movin the fire |
| When you talkin' what you talkin' it ain’t through the wire |
| Police pull you over, now they callin' you a liar |
| You got amnesia, don’t even know the dude beside ya |
| You don’t know, you ain’t sayin, you ain’t heard what he said |
| Told you a closed mouth ain’t gon neva get fed |
| A open mouth’ll get you county instead of the FEDS |
| Some scared niggas speak up so they’ll be less in the red |
| Niggas can’t deal with no 9 to 5 so they day-to-day budgeters |
| Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers |
| You upstate, niggas use to be southerners |
| Here the streets make the laws and don’t answer the governors |
| We the niggas thats too real to snitch on a snitch |
| But make a snitch turn to poof with a flick of the wrist |
| That ain’t gon get in arguements, just go get you a clip |
| And they gon think about the consequences, let 'em repent |
| Walk down the right road |
| 'Cause the streets is so cold |
| You betta take ya life slow |
| Or you’ll miss it |
| Listen to the G-Code |
| If you know what I know |
| Then you’ll keep yo mouth closed |
| (Keep your mouth closed, nigga) |
| We don’t tolerate snitches |
| This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas |
| Northside, Southside, chunk ya deuce up |
| This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas |
| Eastside, Westside, chunk ya deuce up |
| Man hold up, you a real nigga and you ain’t got nuthin to say |
| When they come question you, just keep it 100 |
| And go ahead and chunk ya deuce up |