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[Chorus: Dogg] All niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill Heard you caught a misdemeanor I heard you squeal Holdin with the D.A. while you made your deal Three thousand miles away and I hear you still Half these snitchin yo and that's for real I know it's to swallow, that's a big ol' pill If I catch you motherfuckers you gon' catch steel I it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel
Uhh, trace this to it's basis, no movie No yay, no pounds, no uzi Not a car, no bling, a bougie bitch You got all of these rappers sayin they bricks They whole cliques switch with and tits If you're - truly bitch, then they'll - usually In a way I say my toolies spit But if it come to a plea, it includes the fifth! The mood is flipped cause spirits see the rappers with murderers for hired hands Police and riot vans, callin us pirate Government guide hands, with private To damage the game, a shame to survive a scam Cause we high off liquor, bitches and Yell out we gon' strike again, so Got kids idlin the to riflin (look Ma!) Why you a fake life in pens? Glorify the hood but a Bible hymn And as the streets keep in Until the Feds indict the just for buyin in, where's the violin?
[Swifty Hah, are you the guy that told the guy I'm the guy that gave the guy a half a P; now the police is me Askin me questions, tellin me shit you knew up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you Watch to do somethin bitch, snitchin like Samuel Bull Now yo' life's fucked up, and I'm you responsible And I'm cut the up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' ass there So what? Ain't nothin When a nigga like you get carried away your lips And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be shit {AHH!} I drop you off and get lost, come the same day witcho' cut off nigga, it's cursed anyway You the one who can't count, so my G's up (straight up) And when it comes to shootin you the one who up why yo' broke ass could swallow these nuts and folks ask, tryna everything that reads up on your you made, I will escort you to your grave Tryna see me behind bars so you can get negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you live Then you that it'll catch up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!}
If you aim for slugs that's blazed by Now the game changed these niggaz out here praisin squealers Go Proof - my iller when tellin the truth Expunge my gun like any paid felon'll do My spoken is well in the truth, you in hell and the From the to the jail or the booth Bod boy shall illuminate in silence Gangsta, one that communicates violence Go Proof - not through or hostile rappin All on TV up and glocks go flashin all actin - y'all just don't see the behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!) Blowin off the door hinge to a in orbit Where the masses have recorded performance There's enormous shortage of kids with new deals, they will distorted and tortured And I ain't like 'Pac, there's rules on my block I'm from Detroit bitch, it cool to be shot [gunshots]
(Is he alive?) (Yeah yeah, I so) (Alright great, let's him!)
[Outro: Heh, aiyyo dig If you tell the masses, you tell the But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a Star; hey, down "star" Write down "star" on a piece of it up in front of you, right in the mirror Put it in the it up in front of you, and that's YOU We don't you [laughs] at me, fix it faggots..