| Yeaah
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| Whatchu gonna do with it A?
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| Whatchu gonna do?
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| Take 'em on back to the street
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| I keep the 40 cal on my side
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| Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
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| You see a nigga pass by
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| Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
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| Got Glocks for sale, RED tops for sale
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| Anything that you need, believe me I’m gon' lace you, Yeah
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| Just don’t, whatever you do, snitch
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| Cause you will get hit, pray, I don’t face you, Yeah
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| Thats risky, the bitch tenderize out a nigga
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| His history’s snitch, who decided he’s a member?
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| Once he got pinched, coincided with law
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| Same homie say he lay it down for the bar
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| Brought gang squad around ours
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| How could it be?
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| Been homies since superman draws
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| Only phoniness never came to par
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| He had us, a true neighborhood actor
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| Had his back with kay’s, now we see through him like X-Rays
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| Cuffed in that Adam car, no matter his loss
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| We at 'em, it’s war
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| Knowin not to cross those reservoir dogs
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| You help to plant seeds, just to be a vegetable?
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| When we invest in team, its to the death for sho'
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| No X and O’s, guess its how its go’s
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| When friends turn to fows
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| I keep the thin on my side
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| Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
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| Ya see a nigga pass by
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| Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
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| Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale
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| Anything that you need, believe me I’m gon' lace you Yeah
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| Just dont, whatever you do, snitch
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| Cause you will get hit, pray, I don’t face you, Yeah
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| We started out as a crew, when one speak, it’s all honest
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| Private conferences when we eat, Benihana’s
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| Recondences when we peep enemies on us
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| Been in these corners
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| Sellin' like anything on us
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| Knowing heaven’ll shun us being devil’s miners
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| But that ain’t got shit to do with the tea in China
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| We gon' keep the grind up till death can find us
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| Mean time, leanin in them European whips reclined up
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| It’s eye for an eye for the riders
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| We ain’t trying to get locked up, we Soul Survivors
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| Po Po’s is cowards, its no you, its ours
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| We vow this, mixing Yayo with soda powder
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| Who woulda known he would fold and cower
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| Once the captain showed, he sold Old McDonalds
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| No X and O’s, tex calicos
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| Aimed at your chest nigga
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| I keep the 40 cal on my side
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| Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
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| You see a nigga pass by
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| Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
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| Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale
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| Anything that you need, believe me I’m gon' lace you
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| Just dont, whatever you do, snitch
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| Cause you will get hit, pray, I don’t lace you, Yeah
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| Nowadays, Sammy the Bull’s, got the game full
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| So he moved to a rural area to keep cool
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| They snitchin on the snitch now, it’s nothing to tell
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| Nowadays your circle should be small as hell
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| Ain’t tryin to meet new faces, this don’t interest me
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| Even if we bubble slow, we get it eventually
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| No penitentiary, though we know clemecy
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| You will meet the lord snitchin, given us a century
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| These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
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| Thats how they react now, weak, when the heat’s on them
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| Stop snitchen, you asked for the life you live in
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| This act is not permitted, no where on the map
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| It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison
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| If you’ve been in it along with 'em
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| And then snitch and become hidden
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| No X and O’s, tex calicos
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| Aimed at your chest nigga
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| I keep the 40 cal on my side
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| Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
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| You see a nigga pass by
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| Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
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| Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale
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| Anything that you need, believe me I’m gon' lace you
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| Just dont, whatever you do, snitch
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| Cause you will get hit, pray, I don’t lace you, Yeah
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| You rat bastard! |
| (bastard)((echo)) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snitch, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Second Rounds On Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп