| I know you’ll say one thing, I know you’ll say one thing | 
| And then do something else, and then do something else | 
| Ok, oh, no, say it ain’t so | 
| Niggas suppose to be moving like cheese, but they don’t | 
| Rapping to the D’s, so D’s can out rush folks | 
| Industry like fleas from east to the west coast | 
| Overseas, I thought they had the best hope, but over there | 
| It’s more dangerous, they snitching in foreign languages | 
| I gotta throw on my hater vision | 
| People giving up aliases, and cops pay to listen | 
| Wait, before I finish, let me mention («one thing») | 
| They need to promise death to you snitches | 
| Ain’t do it, but you telling on them lying ass nigga | 
| Don’t want no trouble, you Bubbles from The Wire ass nigga | 
| Trying to gain wealth, but scared to do it yourself | 
| Ya’ll not grinding, ya’ll a bunch of tired ass niggas | 
| Gotta watch it cuz that cool ass nigga, with the jammy | 
| Might turn out to be a, Sammy the Bull, ass nigga, yeah | 
| (Snitch niggas) I know you’ll say one thing | 
| (Bitch niggas) I know you’ll say one thing | 
| (Turncoats) And then do something else | 
| (You know what’s even worse) And then do something else | 
| (Snake niggas) I know you’ll say one thing | 
| (Rat niggas) I know you’ll say one thing | 
| (Make me get the strap) And then do something else | 
| (Cock the hammer back) And then do something else | 
| Your man said he’ll rise to the occassion, ride to the death | 
| You smoking on haze, chopping dimes in the basement | 
| It’s all good til the cops raided | 
| Now he signing statements, point your fingers when he put to the test | 
| Yes, niggas say they riders but they fly just | 
| You hiding in the boys, grab your man, he like «come out, they got us» | 
| Any job appointment, people liars, misguiding us | 
| How they say they gon' hire us and deny us | 
| Mob peer pressure makes busters wear wires («one thing») | 
| That’s destined, we catch ya, we’ll wet cha | 
| See the one king of pressure with the chill necklace | 
| Screaming that it cost 10, when it only cost a thousand | 
| I’m wilding, cuz I be on some shit with 'em too | 
| I don’t lie very much, but I’ll admit when I do | 
| I left the crib, told my girl, I’ll be right back | 
| I wind up, on the A.C., when Max, he text my jack, and said | 
| Keep snitching on your man, you gon' fry in the pan | 
| Lie in a pot of shit, niggas gon' try you again | 
| You never get nothing, niggas might fuck your button | 
| Catch you on tear, queered up, bout to get cutting | 
| So many niggas lie, that yo, it’s only obliged | 
| I tip my hat to real niggas, light a bark and live fly | 
| And if you real nigga, we see it, Zenith style, hold the fort, killa | 
| Gangstas play it all the way out | 
| Or whether locked in a cell or in the hole in the max | 
| Never snitch on your friends, so don’t be holding no cracks | 
| You ain’t built for it, then move, float on, before you get your vote on | 
| Telling on niggas ain’t cool | 
| I wish niggas like you death, last breath | 
| Let a bullet fly, through your dome, come out of your neck | 
| And then you see how it be, ratting on niggas, yapping on niggas | 
| And every time I get a chance, I’m slapping niggas, what? |