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Мова пісні: Англійська
Snitches |
| Youse a snitch, a stone cold bitch |
| Given up ya homies ya went to school with |
| There’s too many rats, and not enough cheese |
| With friends like that we don’t need enemies |
| Youse a snitch |
| A motherfuckin' rat |
| Barkin' at ya dog so that makes you a cat |
| PUSSY informant |
| Turned dormant |
| Cause ya got caught in hard rain pourin' |
| Feds buggin' my bed now instead of me sleepin' |
| I’m hearin' quiet beepin' |
| Watchin' little lights bleepin' |
| Stakeout while they eat Chinese takeout |
| Makin' out my house |
| Cause I’m quiet as a mouse |
| I make em sit there 'till they shit in they pants |
| Patiently waitin' for the chance to advance |
| You hot on the streets |
| You gotta mad mob that wanna greet ya |
| Alotta nine millimeters that a love to meet ya |
| To each his own |
| But homey you done crossed the line |
| So now the soldiers wanna put some holes in ya mind |
| Stroll down the line hall in the county jail |
| Lyin' tellin' everybody you made bell |
| Chorus — repeat 2x |
| This is the evil that men do |
| Befriend you |
| Snitchin' in the free world |
| Snitchin' in the pen too |
| You said you would be loyal to the end fool |
| But now you in the hole |
| And I ain’t got a hand to lend you |
| It hurts my heart |
| To see you get ripped apart |
| In South Park |
| We keep shit in the dark |
| But you spread light to alotta dopehouses |
| Told em ounces is why my Cadillac bounces |
| That arouses killas in my outfit |
| Luckily I took the jeys out my dad’s couches |
| I lick my lips when they say ya name |
| I can taste the bitch that ain’t Mary Jane |
| That same nigga that you said you bossed around |
| Be the same niggas that gone out you in the lost and found |
| Chorus — repeat 2x |
| You 52K locked in protected custody |
| Federal facility doin' ya time in luxury |
| If it was up to me |
| I put a slump in ya company |
| In state penitentiary ya catch a humpin' G |
| Word in the barrio |
| Ya partna got doe |
| Friens of yours |
| «Oh ya that nigga gots to go!» |
| How did the pig now the kilo was in the door? |
| When did he see me and what the hell he stop me for? |
| It’s evident ya turnin' evidence for your liberty |
| Only cause you couldn’t finish your delivery |
| Sickin' to see the face of a false G |
| Visit ya lady while ya squabble in the county |
| Apparently the mob got the clearance |
| Without no interference |
| To cause your dissapperance |
| I bet you thought Uncle Sam really gave a fuck |
| Now you stuck |
| Wrapped up like a chuck |
| Chorus — repeat 2x |