Snitch

Obie Trice

Composed by: Akon/Obie Trice
Snitch
                  Obie Trice feat Akon
               
		[Akon]
                  Convict convict

                  [Eminen]
		YEAHH(YEAHH)
		HAHA(HAHA)	
                  SHADY(SHADY)

		[Akon]
		Convict music
		
 		[Eminem]
		GUESS WHO'S BACK

		[Obie Trice]
		Still here haters

		[Akon]
		Akon and Obie …*Trice*
		Yeaah

		[Obie Trice]
		Watchu gonna do with it A?
		Watchu gonna do?

		[Akon]
		Take 'em on back to the streets

		[Chorus: Akon]
 		I Keep the 40 cal on my side
		Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
		You  see a  nigga pass by
		Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
		Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
		Anything that you need believe me I'm    gon' lace you
		Just don't, whatever you do, snitch
		Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, Yeah

		[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
		It's risky, the bitch tenderize outta nigga
		His history's snitch, who decided he's a member?
		Once he got pitched, coincided with law
		Same homie say he lay it down for the bar
		Brought gang squad aroud Oz
		How could it be?
		Been homies since superman draws
		Only phoniness never came to par
		He had us, a true neighborhood actor
		Had His back with K's, now we see through him like x-rays
		Cuffed in that Adam car, no matter his loss
		We at 'em, it's war
		Knowin not to cross those reservoir dogs
		You help to plant seeds, just to be a vegetable?
		When invest in team, its to death for sho'
		No X and O's, you tex calicodes
		Aim at your chest nigga

		[Chorus: Akon]
 		I Keep the 40 cal on my side
		Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
		You  see a  nigga pass by
		Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
		Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
		Anything that you need believe me I'm gon' lace you
		Just don't, whatever you do, snitch
		Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, Yeah

		[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
		We started out as a crew, in one speak , it's all honest
		Private conferences when we eat benihana's
		Recondences when we peep enemies on us
		Enemies on us, been in these corners
		Sellin' like anything on us
		Knowing heaven'll shun us being devil's miners
		But that ain't got shit to do with the tea in China
		We gon' keep the grind up till death can find us
		Mean time, leanin in them European whips reclined up
		It's eye for an eye the riders
		We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors
		Po Po's is cowards, it's no you, it's ours
		We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder
		Who woulda known he would fold and cower
		Once the captain showed, he sold whole Mc Donalds
		So it's no X and O's, tex calicodes
		Aim at your chest nigga

		[Chorus: Akon]
 		I Keep the 40 cal on my side
		Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
		You  see a  nigga pass by
		Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
		Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
		Anything that you need believe me I'm gon' lace you
		Just don't, whatever you do, snitch
		Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, Yeah

		[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
		Now a days , Sammy the Bull's, got the games full
		So he moved to a rural area to keep coll
		They snitchin on the snitch now, it's nothing to tell
		Now a days your circle should be small as hell
		Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me  
  		Even if we bubble slow, we get it eventually	
		No penitentiary, there'll be no clemency
		You will meet the lord snitchin, given us a centuary
		These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
		Thats how they react now, weak, When the heat's on them
		Stop snitchen, you asked for the life you live in
		It's act is not permited, no where on the map
		It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison
		If you've been in it along with 'em
		And then snitchen become hidden
		So it's no X and O's, tex calicodes
		Aim at your chest nigga

		[Chorus: Akon]
 		I Keep the 40 cal on my side
		Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
		You  see a  nigga pass by
		Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
		Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
		Anything that you need believe me I'm gon' lace you
		Just don't, whatever you do, snitch
		Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, Yeah

		[Obie Trice]
		You rat bastard! (bastard)
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