Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dry Snitch, artist - Cocoa Brovaz.
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dry Snitch |
Here’s the science, it seem like yesterday to me |
H.N.B. |
robbery, in Manhattan for currency |
Sittin up in the crib, drawin out a map |
On where security was gon leave the door open at |
Park the van around back, the M.P. |
jet black |
We should be in and out 60 seconds flat |
So son what’s the deal? |
He ain’t takin his route |
He rather stay home like a bitch, and have a allaby |
What his cut look like, he think he takin half |
While we do all the dirt, he sit home on his ass |
I got a funny feeling son, somethin just ain’t right |
Kinda glad I didn’t go wit Rum and them that night |
And sure enough nigga, you best to believe |
Duke snitched under the hot light, like steady people |
Wit a vote than a Clinton, Rum and me |
Him in cell 2, and me in cell 3 |
Now some of these niggas are bitches too |
And some of these niggas look just like you |
So if you ever been bit by a snake |
Take a minute to think if you can truly trust the click you click wit |
Me off the job would of been easy, if son wouldn’t have been greedy |
I told him to parle, cuz he one high jet speedin |
Laughin, countin, tryin to play with money he ain’t got |
No knowledge of himself, and the trigger gave him heart |
He just finish biddin, some remote federal prison |
D said he was quotin niggas, word to word shittin |
To get a light of sense, evedent as I remember |
When Dunn Dunn got knocked, I just seen him last summer |
At Soul In The Hole, it was a King E. King game |
First time out his crib, the kid got body, he got blamed |
For being the last one seen, fleein from the scene |
Walk was with him up there, he said Duke was held obscene |
On some in and out a cell, C.O. |
slayed him on his mail |
His family got banked, he out on 200 foul bail |
Myself I don’t trust, and that’s ya man, so you bust him |
Cuz every man, know a dead man don’t answer questions |
It was all love, when push came to shove |
I had back, till one kid got clapped |
They lock g, for conspiracy, he turn around tryin rattle me, Arabic |
I know about this type of shit, snitches do exist |
To all my dunns, holdin guns, gettin funds, watch ya self |
Thru most of ya crimes by delf |
Now some of these niggas are bitches too |
And some of these niggas look just like you |
So if you ever been bit by a snake |
Take a minute to think if you can truly trust the click you click wit |
She said she love me, but she took me for granted, when she panic |
Flip the whole street, to some shit I couldn’t handle it |
From my man from up the hill, what the deal? |
The block is heatin up, and I need to cop steel |
Come and see me, come bring dough cuz, I can’t afford a freebie |
And come alone son, cuz cats know to be snitchin on TV |
Be easy, I’m out but my love wanna tease me |
Shorty want some attention, not to mention wanna please me |
Hold tight, I’ll be back in a flash, don’t worry |
You got money honey, stop actin funny |
Out the door, to care of my B.I.Z |
And I know this muthafuckas thats eyein me |
Is it a set-up, I peel but I make a detour |
And come back, and see my shorty talkin wit the law |
I witnessed her trappin bout my business |
Where I be goin, who I know in the indus-try |
She sex me good, but I should of known |
Come into this world alone, leave this world alone, word is bond |
Now some of these niggas are bitches too |
And some of these niggas look just like you |
So if you ever been bit by a snake |
Take a minute to think if you can truly trust the click you click wit |
Now some of these niggas are bitches too |
And some of these niggas look just like you |
So if you ever been bit by a snake |
Take a minute to think if you can truly trust the click you click wit |