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

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

He's scared a mice
talkin' about 25 to life
But niggas 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 with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas for the vittles
But rat head wants to the to the popo's

Get me outta here, dude, I'm losin' stressin'
So they offer that man some police
He be from the Hillside or the south
'Cause my side of town go runnin' off at the mouth

Mickey Mouse spilled his
He said, "They all drive and Cuts'"
But they let him out a doubt
ass nigga, he straight ratted us out

But since he sang such a good
The pigs gave his ass a ride home
The blind couldn't read braille
They made him sit in the front seat, and him all over 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
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
old peck, crevas faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a jacket

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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