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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shootin' pool, playin' and dominos
Niggas off decks and five point o's
It's all good, nobody gives a fuck
But look who up
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

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