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Rat heads get nothin' but y'all
(The that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The that talks, he's a bitch)

Rat heads get nothin' but y'all
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)

VWould you look, would you
be snitchin', talkin', rattin'
All up in the joint, man, singin',
Talkin' all that old really fruitful raff ass shit, mayn
Speakin' on every nigga in the muthafuckin' game

He's like a mice
Popo's about 25 to life
But real do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads up game to the vice, you know

Trick sap wanna hisself like a dick
Just because he got popped with a a zip
Chow time, niggas rush for the
But rat wants to the talk to the popo's

Get me here, dude, I'm losin' weight stressin'
So they offer that man some protection
He couldn't be from the Hillside or the
'Cause my side of don't go runnin' off at the mouth

Mickey spilled his guts
He said, "They all drive and Cuts'"
But let him out without a doubt
Nothin' ass nigga, he ratted us out

But since he sang such a good
The pigs even gave his ass a home
The blind mice couldn't braille
They made him sit in the front seat, and him all over Vallejo

Popo's gives up no slack, all the dope tracks
Lettin' shit really be known, jack
To get a bit too far, of ridiculously
the rat some money, and said, "Now you work for me"

He was all for the scratch, see, and like a batch, gee
The nigga played the role of a
Little old peck, crevas fagot
sold out, and now he wears a snitch jacket

On the turf wants to get with his p.g.
But it'll draw too much heat, so wait patiently
He be seen no time soon
'Cause in the V he's doomed

Packed up and cut to susun
Got in the with all the hoods and thugs
Expressin, "I'm the V Town, Duke 707"
Niggas and bitches was and shit, havin a fit

He said, "I even know E-40 and the click"
They damn shitted, boss
Not knownin' that the was lyin' his ass off
Meanwhile, in Vallejo

gettin' knocked for possession of sale
The races get away clean, brother
But niggas, we always gotta rat on each

A party jumps off on Street
Vallejo niggas in muthafucka hella deep
No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin' a war
We got in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes galore

Baththub of liqor and wine
M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and wine
All the danksters up
They play the five game hold it in, and get stupid stuck

Hoes poked in the backroom
Fools goi' home smellin' perfume
Nothin' but ballers from different
A house of Nino Browns

Shootin' pool, playin' craps and
Niggas jackin' off and five point o's
all good, 'cause nobody gives a fuck
But who pops up
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

niggas yelled out
(Snitch)
Mobbed his ass, beat him to the dirt
And straight bezerk