Snitchaz (Hidden Track) Songtext

Shit, how man of y'all niggas out there know snitches Shit, I know this one snitch know what I mean Snitched on everybody, got everybody caught up In some shit he ain't even have to open his mouth to So now he gotta die, ha ha [Verse 1] Fo' fo' and 357 they cocked and ready Switchblades, machetes they chop down the fetti Shit get heavy, knew a nigga name Shawn Who snitched on everybody so he dropped a dime Told him about the murders and robberies Snitchin' and tellin' about some real niggas Who done pulled the trigger Now the whole hood's up for grabs Stab niggas in the back now he's out for Daz Ha, dude say my name don't discuss my business Around this nigga he'll rat, get capped for that So we plot and plan the murder to kill a man So I guess the man's fate lies in my hand I pull a pin back and the nigga get hauled off Blew his fuckin' brains off, twelve gauge sawed-off One wish you could die for this Niggas die for, the die for this [Chorus (With "Snitches"being whispered in the background) x2] Which way did he run Little did they know he was gonna get this gun Livin' life for the fun [Verse 2] In the street, shit get deep, niggas compete To put heads to sleep, just watch all the beef All the creep when the money get took It's on the book, ain't no comeback when O's get cooked They say who done that, the mystery Hoes involved who tried to ball Who caught the shot in the pen and made em' take a fall This a no-brainers, seeds get planted and they blossom Big smiles and hugs niggas they playin' possum Grimey ones, scope niggas for all they shiney ones Comin' out they glove or they jacket with a tiny gun Frontin' for some project hoes Playas keep ya jewels tucked when ya come through scuff Niggas snitches [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] It's snitches everywhere I look from Alabama to the West Keepin' Tha Commissiona stressed for scrilla Stuck for the rest of ya life nigga Livin' the rest of ya life misunderstood Not knowin' ya friend is ya foe I seen it before in the ghetto where they will pack metal Ghetto kids watch tv with only five channels Caught in this slum life I'm abortin' this shit for the real and fake Rich and the broke, man now a days ya just can't cope Take the whole world for a joke And at the end of ya rope I spooted you many times on blocks sellin' dope I done hoped and bubbled on top, richer than Bob Hope Takin' a leave when I see it in ya eyes As you approach in a doja cloud Tryin' to hustle up for a smoke Nigga you should be ashamed the way ya usin' ya name Puttin' black eyes in the game You should be out of the game Nigga it's snitches everywhere I look ain't shit changed [Verse 4] Now feel the motherfuckin' vibe as I burst the flames They on this shit worldwide The whole world was tight on slang Sell rhymes like the undergrounds of caine When I'm deliverin' pain, fatal lyrics to ya brain I will train ya mind and design ya with sights to see the real No appeals, you in the world with lots to live for real I feel it'll probably be a thrill, with a couple of mill With a Lex on twenty inch chets for me to wheel But I'd rather have a couple of mill Break the fam straight and leave em' with a spot in the hills The deal is sealed Still I hustle hard cause the cash is straight Complete the album, gon' let the streets blast the tape Stashed away, I no they phony ass will hate But that's great cause niggas that's fake we assassinate Graduated and got infatuated with the click though A wiseman turned schizo and get low [Chorus x4]