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