Waptrick Obie Trice - Snitch Song Lyrics

  • [Intro: Obie Trice + (Eminem) {Akon}]

    {Convict}

    (Yeah, haha haha SHADY)

    {Convict Music}

    (Guess who's back)

    Still here, haters

    {Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah}

    Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?

    Whatcha gonna do?

    {Take em on back to the street}

    [Chorus: Akon]

    I keep the 40 cal on my side,

    Stepping with the mind state of a 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 face you, yeah

    [Obie Trice]

    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 phoniness never came to par

    He had us, a true neighborhood actor

    Had his back with days

    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'

    [Hook]

    No ex and oh's, tex calicos

    Aim at your chest nigga

    [Chorus]

    [Obie Trice]

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

    Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's

    Reconnaissance when we peep enemies on us

    Been in these corners, selling 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

    Mean time 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 Pos 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 McDonald's

    So...

    [Hook]

    [Chorus]

    [Obie Trice]

    Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full

    So he move to a rural area to keep cool

    They snitching on a snitch now, there's nothing to tell

    Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell

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

    Even if we bubble slow, we get it eventually

    No penitentiary, there will be no clemency

    You will meet the lord, 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 snitching, you asked for the life your living

    This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is

    Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it

    Along with em and then snitch and become hidden

    So...

    [Hook]

    [Chorus]

    [Obie Trice]

    You rat bastard

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