Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snitch, artist - E.S.G
Date of issue: 05.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Snitch |
Big mouth, a big mouth |
Bitch you got a big mouth, a big mouth! |
Fucking snitch |
You got a big mouth, a big mouth! |
Yeah snitch you got a big mouth, a big mouth! |
What’s the matter? |
You talk too much and you never sh’eet up |
Chop 'em up 'cause you talk too much and you never sh’eet up |
Yeah nigga |
You’s a… |
Sniiiitch |
Slit his throat, cut his balls, place them in his jaw |
Sniiiitch |
Respect the game, keep it real, don’t repeat what you saw |
Sniiiitch |
And if you on to you |
Sniiiitch |
A dead moma, bloody children you gon' come home to |
You fucking. |
Sniiiitch |
This feelin' makin' me nervous |
Tap my lexus when I went to get it serviced |
You lurkers |
They swooped up my nigga D-E-Z |
Thought he hit a lick on them bitches for a half of key |
Follow me, they was watching the whole time |
Was steady gettin' mine |
Hate to see a nigga shine |
Steady on the fucking grind |
It’s all time, at least that’s what we thought |
As soon as the tape dropped |
My nigga got caught up |
That was fucked up |
All behind a nigga that we trust |
Now it’s a must that we bust |
You fuck with us |
It’s gonna be a lot of graves dug |
Bunch of slugs, bunch of slugs |
4 shots to a nigga mug |
You in the mud, faced down |
Nigga, Cloverland set trip on south side of H-Town (South side, nigga) |
You fuck nine, send his ass to the PC |
Harris County jail, protective custody |
You fucking snitch |
Sniiiitch |
I hate that snitch, I hate that snitch, snitch |
Sniiiitch |
I hate that snitch, I hate that snitch |
Sniiiitch |
I hate that snitch, I hate that snitch |
Sniiiitch |
I hate that snitch, I hate that snitch |
Pop, pop with the Glock |
20 shots to the top |
You snitch to the cops? |
Get dropped hoe |
Stomp your ass like dirty |
Stompin' got your family bleedin' |
What you need? |
The weed or the keys? |
Told the feds about my big head |
Try’na catch me and P and Big Dash |
Read the statement that you signed |
By the nine you scared of time but you say you hard |
Them nights alone ya, iced out tone’s, grab your throat |
Better hide your kids |
No you didn’t |
Split your wig with da H.A.W.K. |
and Pooh |
Snitches drop, get chopped |
I know your boys be feelin' me |
To the day I die |
Dub K |
On lock fool |
Conspiracy |
Keep the steel with me |
No fear in me |
Are you hearing me? |
No tears in me |
Signed affidavit |
2 years in me |
Raise hell with a mini Mac 12 |
To the streets where you get your cuts on |
Get bucked on, nigga get tucked on |
Drop my nuts on these rats though |
Tapped phones will get your life |
hit the church hoe |
I killed a snitch twice |
Fucking snitch! |
Sniiiitch |
On my mind |
I can’t hold back buckin' with my nine |
Sniiiitch |
On my mind |
I can’t hold back buckin' with that nine |
You fucking snitch |
Sniiiitch |
On my mind |
I can’t hold back buckin' with that nine (Brrruappa) |
Sniiiitch |
On my mind |
I can’t hold back buckin' with that nine |
Check it out |
Who’s there |
Confiscating everythang |
Remain the same, don’t change |
And get out your name |
Who’s to blame? |
Don’t have clue |
It’s the nigga that hang with you |
Peepin' everythang you do |
Makin' deals with the boys in blue |
And they lockin' like keys |
But they make sure that you know about your out of town niggs |
Crooked snitch is what you are |
And I certainly didn’t stutter |
Ain’t no secret |
You done blown your cover |
Been discovered |
Uh-oh, now there’s a price you must pay |
Throat cut, bitch what? |
Don’t fuck with |
These laws on a mission |
Offer friendly properties |
For less time for their crime |
In your patnas |
You must feel my lingo |
Stay out the game if you can’t hang |
Cause there’s just too much pimpin' |
I sugest you watch these niggas |
Cause they have |
Back you in, watch your friends |
And do them dirt by yourself |
You fucking snitch! |
Sniiiitch |
Slit his throat, cut his balls, stuff them in his jaw |
Sniiiitch |
Respect the game, keep it real, don’t repeat what you saw |
You fucking. |
Sniiiitch |
And if you on to you |
You fucking… |
Sniiiitch |
A dead moma, bloody children you gon' come home to |
You fucking. |
Sniiiitch |