| Niggas forget about the streets but when they rap they songs
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| They claim they tote the heat, they quick to clap they guns
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| In interviews be braggin bout the crack they slung
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| But when it’s war, these cowards never blast, they run
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| The fuck you think you foolin dog? |
| I live this shit
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| I know it when niggas fake it — I live this shit
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| You can front it all you want but when yo ass gets hot
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| Then you can rest assured nigga — yo ass gets got
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| I’m sayin that to say this — I can plot those hits
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| I’m connected in every city on capo shit
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| I ain’t even gotta say these niggas know my ties
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| A nigga made, therefore whoever cross gon' die
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| Money changin motherfuckers, makin hoes grow nuts
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| You a bad motherfucker, you don’t give no fuck
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| Let me snap you back to reality dude, shit’s real
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| You a target, niggas in Houston want you killed
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| Facemob until it’s over, Southside the pipes
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| Dirty Third in this bitch, J. Prince for life
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| Dedicated to these niggas live and breathe that shit
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| Let the real niggas shout it out, scream that shit
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| I never snitch, I never lie
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| I’m not a bitch, I rather die
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| Can’t nothin change me, not even time
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| I make the money, money don’t make me a dime (x2)
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| Facemob! |
| Yeah
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| B. Sieg baby, I’m back up in this bitch like what
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| Fresh out the pen, once again I’m here to grab my nuts
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| I am hell for real — you doubt it nigga? |
| call my bluff
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| Only respect men that’s real, you coward rat-ass fucks
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| Who raised you niggas? |
| Yo father probably hate yo guts
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| Mad he didn’t double up, and that Lifestyle bust
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| Ya lifestyle fucked, ya duckin, every corner tryna clap at you
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| Plus fuck ya mother, the bitch ain’t shit for havin you
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| What? |
| If you don’t like what I’m sayin, fuck ya attitude
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| Same lame probably showed these rap niggas gratitude
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| Huh, happy they ain’t snitch on you
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| Must I remind yo monkey ass what a bitch might do?
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| They act like they got yo back to infiltrate yo rest
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| Then have you talkin +Through The Wire+ like Kanye West
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| To all my real niggas trapped homey, mind yo tongues
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| Cuz these cowards comin home after firin they ones (?)
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| I never snitch
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| Snitch niggas, bitch niggas, they all the same face
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| No matter what hole you crawl in, nigga you ain’t safe
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| All you niggas is rats, nicknamed Jake
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| Sam, Curtis or Alpo belong in the same place
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| A penitentary cell block gettin gang raped
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| Coward motherfucker, now tell me how my name taste
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| I leave you bleedin like ya period came late
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| Red bandana on, call that my Game Face
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| Niggas come in all shapes
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| Some snitches wear Reeboks, some wear Bathing Apes
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| Sometimes they Crip niggas, other times Piru
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| And some snitch niggas look just like you
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| I promise to never snitch, like some of my homies
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| G-Rock, B-Mase, and O.G. |
| Tony
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| Before I have the police run in ya house
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| I kiss my son on the cheek and put the gun in my mouth, motherfuckers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Snitch , by - Scarface. Song from the album My Homies Pt. 2 (Screwed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп