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

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

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

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

Trick sap wanna hang hisself like a
because he got popped with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas rush for the
But rat head wants to the talk to the

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

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

But since he sang such a song
The pigs gave his ass a ride home
The blind mice read braille
made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo

Popo's up no slack, all through the dope tracks
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 role of a
Little old peck, faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a jacket

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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