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[Chorus: Dogg] All these niggaz talkin what they gon' kill Heard you caught a then I heard you squeal Holdin hands the D.A. while you made your deal Three miles away and I could hear you still Half niggaz snitchin yo and that's for real I know it's hard to swallow, a big ol' pill If I catch you motherfuckers you catch some steel I know it might sound crazy, the way I feel
Uhh, this to it's basis, no movie script No yay, no pounds, no uzi Not a car, no bling, know a bitch You got all of these rappers sayin they movin They whole cliques switch boob and tits If - truly bitch, then they'll - usually snitch In a roundabout way I say my toolies But if it to coppin a plea, it includes the fifth! The mood is cause spirits see the diaphragms Gangsta rappers with murderers for hired and riot vans, callin us pirate clans Government guide hands, with plans To the game, it's a shame to survive a scam Cause we high off liquor, and Vicadin out we gon' strike again, so triflin Got kids idlin the vest to (look Ma!) Why you make a fake in pens? Glorify the hood but a Bible hymn And as the streets keep in Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, where's the
[Swifty Hah, are you the guy told the guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy a a P; now the police is after me Askin me questions, me shit you only knew up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you Watch to do somethin cool bitch, snitchin like Bull Now yo' fucked up, and I'm announcin you responsible And I'm cut the fuck up, and whatchu do but sit yo' ass there So what? Ain't fair When a like you get carried away without your lips And they wonderin why Swifty be killin shit {AHH!} I drop you off and get lost, come the same day tongue cut off nigga, it's cursed anyway You the one who count, so give my G's up (straight up) And when it comes to shootin you the one who up That's why yo' broke ass swallow these nuts and folks ask, tryna everything that reads up on your report you made, I will escort you to grave Tryna see me behind bars so you can get That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you Then you think it'll catch up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!}
If you aim for that's blazed by killers Now the game done changed these niggaz out here squealers Go Proof - my behavior's iller when the truth Expunge my gun like any paid felon'll do My spoken is well in the truth, you in and the Proof the block to the jail or the booth Bod boy shall illuminate in silence Gangsta, one that communicates violence Go Proof - not through yappin or hostile All on TV up and glocks go flashin It's all actin - y'all don't see the behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!) Blowin off the door hinge to a world in Where the masses have recorded performance There's enormous shortage of poor with new deals, they will distorted and tortured And I ain't losin like 'Pac, there's on my block I'm from Detroit bitch, it ain't cool to be shot
(Is he alive?) (Yeah yeah, I so) (Alright great, sign him!)
[Outro: Heh, dig this If you the masses, you tell the cops But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a Star; hey, down "star" down "star" on a piece of paper Hold it up in front of you, right in the Put it in the Hold it up in front of you, and YOU We like you [laughs] at me, fix it faggots..