Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snitch Killas, artist - Spice 1. Album song 1990 - Sick, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.06.1995
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
Snitch Killas |
| FUCK THESE SNITCHES! |
| Spoken: |
| «Yeah, you know. |
| Cause all I’m here to do is watch my ass. |
| Know what |
| I’m sayin'? |
| That ain’t my dope, that’s Chico’s dope |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| So what type of witness protection program you got for me?» |
| You keep tellin' all these coppers |
| I’m gonna hurt you 'till you bleed |
| All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep |
| Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name |
| Tell them po-po all your business get you caught up in the game |
| Fuck these snitches! |
| We got your partner in there since you was at the crime |
| That’s how they get you to squeal, them motherfucker’s lyin' |
| Nigga, stick with the program and you gonna be all right |
| But if you tell them I did it, I’m stickin' your ass tonight |
| They sayin' «six people saw ya» but I ain’t sayin' |
| Shit 'till I meet with my lawyer |
| Blowin' smoke up my ass cause if I have to blast |
| I’m mobbin' the fuck out tha murder scene with the hockey mask |
| Lookin' like Jason while them cops is chasin' me |
| Behind the wheel buckin', facin' L-I-F-E |
| Hittin' corners bailin', fish tailin' to the left |
| I heard the motherfuckin' blast shatter out the back |
| They wanna screw me, do me and have me fucked up |
| Put a young G in the system and have me sucked up |
| In the prison block but I ain’t goin' there |
| So if you tell on me nigga, you be my ho in there |
| See I do dirt all up on my lonely cause niggas phoney |
| Givin' up the info on murders and snitchin' on they homies |
| Puttin' lead up in these loud mouth bitch niggas |
| So say what up to the motherfuckin' snitch killa |
| See, where I’m from motherfuckas live and let die |
| Snitch killa, the real nigga S-P-I |
| I’m droppin' shells on a bitch |
| See they do a lick with a nigga and get him tellin' and shit |
| I can’t stand it when a nigga think he sick in the game |
| Tell everybody who be gafflin' for some bitches and fame |
| I’m gonna blast in the window, indo jack |
| Got me puttin' snitches up on they motherfuckin' back |
| Puttin' hollow up in your head, runnin' in your home |
| Leave these motherfuckers sleepin' with their house lights on |
| Finna kill this snitch ass nigga before my homie go to court |
| We tied him to the back of a motherfuckin' super sport |
| Doin' donuts with his ass tied to the back of the car |
| Bringin' them terror, the burier, coffin carrier |
| See niggas die when they testify |
| You better get your punk ass up there and straight lie |
| They caught your ass up in the hooptie with 3 ki’s |
| Now you out on bail and all you gave 'em was 2 g’s |
| You ain’t playin' nobody, go get your vest nigga |
| Be on the look out for the motherfuckin' snitch killa |
| Spoken: |
| «Like I was sayin' mister ociffer. |
| You know what I’m |
| Sayin'? |
| I can tell you |
| Where he keep his dope. |
| I can tell you where he stay |
| I can tell you where |
| He get his braids done.» |
| Niggas be talkin' upon that straight killa |
| He ain’t in jail cause he snitched on that other nigga |
| Now his freedom is gone and you can count on it |
| If you ever in Quentin you gonna be tagged snitch |
| They gonna have to seperate the men from the women |
| A lot of snitches in the pen turn straight feminine |
| And get they ass took |
| See, only real niggas slide with us |
| You gonna be snitchin' motherfucker you can’t ride with us |
| Because we sure to do some heavily incriminating shit |
| Like pullin' licks and pushin' chickens for the fuck of it |
| Ain’t no tellin' in my crew cause everybody guilty of somethin' |
| That’s why we wound up, we all dumpin' |
| And the nigga who don’t blast, he get sucked and swallowed |
| Threw out the hooptie when it’s still rollin' |
| He ain’t dead yet but if he tattle on a nigga |
| He gotta tangle with this motherfuckin' snitch killa |
| Spoken: |
| «Ok now mister ociffer, now what it gonna be? |
| You know |
| What I’m sayin'? |
| I gotta get up on outta here, know what I’m sayin. |
| I |
| Need a house in the Bahamas |
| You know what I’m sayin', you know I got two kids. |
| You |
| Know I just wanna be |
| Protected in this motherfucker. |
| You know what I’m |
| Sayin'? |
| Can I get this on |
| Paper? |
| It’s like I was just tryin' to watch my ass |
| You know what I’m sayin' |
| Like I was safe.» |
| «NO!» |
| «Shit! |
| Damn! |
| I just wanna be protected in this |
| Motherfucker. |
| Shit! |
| I didn’t |
| Do it, Spice did everything.» |