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