Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snitches, artist - Master P. Album song MP Da Last Don, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Snitches |
Snitch: What’s happening? |
Snoop: What you mean what’s up, nigga |
Snitch: What, what’s happening man? |
Snoop: I need to holler at you nigga, come here |
Snitch: For what, what’s happening |
Snoop: Fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, nigga? |
Snitch: Man I wasn’t hanging with the police man |
Snoop: Oh, you didn’t think I seen you |
Snitch: Man, you trippin' man |
Snoop: I seen you jump out that car, nigga |
Snitch: Nah man, fuck that dog |
Snoop: You snitching now, nigga |
Snitch: Man, hell nah I ain’t snitching |
Snoop: What else you doing with the police, you must be snitching |
Let me holler at you nigga |
Come here bro |
Snitch: Oh man |
How many real niggas is locked away |
Behind some bitch-ass nigga with a whole lot to say |
Man fools is confused ain’t no rules to this game |
Niggas be telling the feds where a nigga lay his head |
Giving them niggas code names |
Cold game, but I can’t even say shit about it |
Cause if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I’m getting rowdy |
Kill a snitch fuck a bitch I throw 'em both in a ditch |
Cause they can’t stand to see a young nigga getting rich |
I’m destined for fame |
Oh bitch-ass niggas putting salt in the game |
Put a stain on your brain cause I shall remain |
And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game |
It’s a shame the way the game has switched |
And the police man trying to take my shit |
I caught a nigga one day jumping out of a cop car |
I ain’t saying no names but this nigga’s a rap star |
Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard |
Buff ass nigga perpetrating to act hard |
In the front seat with no cuffs on |
I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing I rush him |
Dust him, cause I can’t trust him |
Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em |
I tuck him in the trunk, I ain’t fuckin' with no punk |
Nigga snitching nigga missing cause we twisting |
And that’s for all my real niggas locked up |
And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up |
Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right |
Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight |
Just like a bitch quick to call the police |
But ain’t no telling on me and then belling on me |
Look here, me and P we getting riches |
And oh yeah don’t forget to tell them bitches |
Muthafuck you snitches |
Snitches snitches snitches |
Y’all be running they mouth just like bitches |
Snitches snitches snitches |
Niggas be running they mouth just like bitches |
Snitches snitches snitches |
They be running they mouth just like bitches |
Snitches snitches snitches |
I got a slug for ya’ll muthafuckin' snitches |
I heard a nigga snitching from his jail cell |
And when he get out will he live, only time will tell |
Nigga riding with the police |
Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me |
I guess the nigga mad cause I’m ballin' |
Task kicked the nigga door in now he talking |
My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen |
Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine |
Watch the bitch he got a camera |
But when I catch the nigga I’mma slam him down with a hammer |
And 17 nails |
Cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed |
Snitches, snitches, snitches |
Niggas that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches |
That’s snitches, snitches |
Federal niggas in the muthafuckin' ghetto |
Federal niggas that’s in the muthafuckin' penatentiary |
Niggas with muthafuckin' license to capture other niggas |
But they ain’t got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases |
Snitches, snitches, I know y’all niggas trying to get us |
Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches |
Niggas was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail |
That’s what snitches is |
Tthat’s niggas with purses nigga, pocket books, nigga |
Niggas with dresses, snitches |
This for y’all bitches |
To all ya’ll niggas I feel ya muthafuckin' pain |
Watch y’all muthafuckin' self |
The haters got the high beam on |
They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' Cutlasses |
I know who y’all is niggas |