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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)

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

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

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

Trick sap wanna hisself like a dick
Just because he got popped a half a zip
Chow time, niggas for the vittles
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 police
He couldn't be from the Hillside or the
'Cause my side of town don't go off at the mouth

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

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

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

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

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

Packed up and straight cut to
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 E-40 and the fuckin' click"
They damn near shitted,
Not knownin' that the nigga was his ass off
Meanwhile, in Vallejo

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

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

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

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

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

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