"Snitch" by "Obie Trice" featuring "Akon".. <br /> <br />Lyrics: <br /> <br />Convict, yeah <br />Shady, Convict music <br />Guess who's back? <br />Still here, haters <br /> <br />Akon and Obie Trice, yeah <br />Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? <br />Whatcha gonna do? <br />Take 'em all back to the street <br /> <br />I keep the 40 cal on my side <br />Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster <br />You see a nigga pass by <br />Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya <br /> <br />Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale <br />Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you <br />Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch <br />'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah <br /> <br />It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga <br />It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member <br />Once he got pinched, coincided with law <br />Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy <br /> <br />Brought game squad around ours <br />How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws <br />Only phoniness never came to par <br />He had us, a true neighborhood actor <br /> <br />Had his back with K's <br />Now we see through him like X-ray's, cuffed in that Adam car <br />No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war <br />Knowin' not to cross those Reservoir Dogs <br />You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable <br />When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho' <br /> <br />No ex and oh's, tex calicos <br />Aim at your chest nigga <br /> <br />I keep the 40 cal on my side <br />Steppin' with the mindstate of a mobster <br />You see a nigga pass by <br />Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya <br /> <br />Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale <br />Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you <br />Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch <br />'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah <br /> <br />We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest <br />Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's <br />Reconnaissance when we peep enemies on us <br />Been in these corners, sellin' like anythin' on us <br />Knowin' heaven has shown us being devil's minors <br />That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China <br /> <br />We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us <br />Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up <br />It's eye for an eye for the riders <br />We ain't tryin' to get locked up, we soul survivors <br /> <br />Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours <br />We vow this, mixin' Yayo with soda powder <br />Who woulda known he would fold and cower <br />Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonald's <br /> <br />So it's no ex and oh's, tex calicos <br />Aim at your chest nigga <br /> <br />I keep the 40 cal on my side <br />Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster <br />You see a nigga pass by <br />Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya <br /> <br />Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale <br />Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you <br />Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch <br />'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, yeah <br /> <br />Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full <br />So he move to a rural area to keep cool <br />They snitchin' on a snitch now, it's nothin' to tell <br />Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell <br /> <br />Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me <br />Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually <br />No penitentiary, there will be no clemency <br />You will meet the lowest, Snitch, in given us a century <br /> <br />These cats is rats now, the streets need decon <br />That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em <br />Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin' <br />This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map <br />It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it <br />Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden <br /> <br />So it's no ex and oh's, tex calicos <br />Aim at your chest nigga <br /> <br />I keep the 40 cal on my side <br />Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster <br />You see a nigga pass by <br />Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya <br /> <br />Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale <br />Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you <br />Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch <br />'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah <br /> <br />You rat, bastard..
