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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 nigga that talks, a bitch)

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

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

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

sap wanna hang hisself like a dick
Just he got popped with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas for the vittles
But rat head to the talk to the popo's

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

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

But he sang such a good song
The pigs even gave his ass a ride
The blind mice couldn't read
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all Vallejo

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

He was all for the scratch, see, and just a batch, gee
The nigga the role of a pussy
Little old peck, faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a snitch

On the turf they wants to get his p.g.
But it'll draw too much heat, so they patiently
He won't be seen no time
'Cause in the V Town he's

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

He said, "I even know and the fuckin' click"
They near shitted, boss
Not knownin' the nigga was lyin' his ass off
Meanwhile, in Vallejo

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

A jumps off on Blueberg Street
Vallejo niggas in that hella deep
No funk, no static, thinkin' about a war
We got Grump in the house, X, and hoes galore

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

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

Shootin' pool, craps and dominos
Niggas jackin' off decks and point o's
It's all good, 'cause nobody a fuck
But look who up
(The that talks, he's a bitch)

Vallejo yelled out
(Snitch)
Mobbed his ass, beat him down to the
And went bezerk