Snitch Songtext / Lyric

Convict

Shady

Convict music

Guess who's back

Still we here, haters

A-Tan and Obie, Trice

Yeah

Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?

Whatcha gonna do?

Take 'em all back to the street



I keep the 40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster

You see a nigga pass by

Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya



Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale

Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you

Just don't whatever you do, Snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah






It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga

It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member

Once he got pinched, coincided with law

Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy



Brought game squad around ours

How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws

Only foniness never came to par

He had us, a true neighborhood actor



Had his back with K's

Now we see through him like X-Ray's, cuffed in that Adam car

No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war

Knowing not to cross those Reservoir Dogs



You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable

When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'

No X and Os, Tex Calicos

Aim at your chest nicca



I keep the 40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster

You see a nigga pass by

Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya



Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale

Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you

Just don't whatever you do, Snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah



We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest

Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's

Recondences when we peep enemies on us

Been on these corners, sellin' like anything on us



Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors

That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China

We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us

Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up



It's an eye for an eye for the riders

We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors

Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours

We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder



Who woulda known he would fold and cower

Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds

So no X's and O's, Tex Calicos

Aim at your chest nicca



I keep the 40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster

You see a nigga pass by

Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya



Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale

Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you

Just don't whatever you do, Snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah



Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full

So he move to a rural area to keep cool

He snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell

Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell



Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me

Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually

No penitentiary, there will be no clemency

You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century



These cats is rats now, the streets need decon

That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em

Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'

This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map



It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it

Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden

So it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos

Aim at your chest nicca



I keep the 40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster

You see a nigga pass by

Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya



Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale

Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you

Just don't whatever you do, Snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah



You rat bastard