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Дата випуску: 27.03.2000
Вікові обмеження: 18+
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 |