quit snitchin'

Lyrics

, whoo! y'all know we had to flip this shit right, we to ghetto to let this one sneak past us, fuck that! ey vegas, let's tell 'em what we say, evrytime we see a stool pigeon rat. don't snitch, don't be a bitch, west coast let's get rich, flood the industry wit' gangsta hits, smack some ass and grab some tits, don't snitch, don't be a bitch, east coast let's get rich, flood the industry wit' gangsta hits, smack some ass and grab some tits. what's it all about?, you dudes can't come out the house, made to many enemies, you runnin' ya mouth, now you on lock down, sittin' on the couch, talkin' to cops you need really to cut it out man, picture crooked i lovin' a snake, you get robbed for dough, you get shot fo' sho' youknow, that ain't gangsta you son of a bitch, givin' cops the info they not suppose to know, and they own evry block from coast to coast, tellin' on who ever cock and grows the most, send a nigga up the river if a snitch is around, you better lock and close ya doors, see i'ma rep my city for ever, yeah, roll wips on 20's or better, pointin' many machine guns, semi-auto beretta, and my enemies sweater like gimme the cheddar, yeah, crooked live illegal as hell, send a couple kites to my people in jail, think about this when you readin' your mail, these niggaz be eager to tell. see i been hopin' and wishin', all you rappers quit snitchin', always talkin' to the police, tryena send my homeboyz to prison, that ain't good where i'm from, whoever hang around you is dumb, cuz they know you work wit' the po-po, crooked i, ain't the one. now i done seen you on the tv-screen, snitchin' to cops, you was on channel 13, now you try to say that you the west coast king, what tha fuck does this skinny nigga mean, sold out cheap, you won't play ya own team, shoulda let me out ya whole little sceam, mention my name and when you see me better swing, talkin' 'bout peace in the source magazine, nope, to late for that, i wanna brake your back, i can't wait to swap, catch you in the alley, just to snake and rat you better face the fact, you ain't gangsta rap, you a federale, need to live by the code of the street, i think about you when i'm loadin' my heat, but i'd rather thow blows to ya teeth, cuz i was always talkin', shootin' hoe's is weak, i'm still feelin adrenaline with the pistol when i'm peel'em, then kill'em like a villian with the penicillin when the, bullets. drillin'em, spinnin'em a whole round and i'm peelin'em, the villain is willin'em to keep beef to a minimum, woo!, crooked i's the one, snitch ass niggaz need to hide and run, go to the club and we ride wit' guns, but really though we just wanna have fun. see i been hopin' and wishin', all you rappers quit snitchin', always talkin' to the police, tryena send my homeboyz to prison, that ain't good where i'm from, whoever hang around you is dumb, cuz they know you work wit' the po-po, crooked i, ain't the one.