| Snitch: What’s happening?
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| Snoop: What you mean what’s up, nigga
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| Snitch: What, what’s happening man?
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| Snoop: I need to holler at you nigga, come here
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| Snitch: For what, what’s happening
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| Snoop: Fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, nigga?
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| Snitch: Man I wasn’t hanging with the police man
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| Snoop: Oh, you didn’t think I seen you
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| Snitch: Man, you trippin' man
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| Snoop: I seen you jump out that car, nigga
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| Snitch: Nah man, fuck that dog
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| Snoop: You snitching now, nigga
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| Snitch: Man, hell nah I ain’t snitching
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| Snoop: What else you doing with the police, you must be snitching
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| Let me holler at you nigga
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| Come here bro
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| Snitch: Oh man
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| How many real niggas is locked away
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| Behind some bitch-ass nigga with a whole lot to say
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| Man fools is confused ain’t no rules to this game
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| Niggas be telling the feds where a nigga lay his head
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| Giving them niggas code names
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| Cold game, but I can’t even say shit about it
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| Cause if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I’m getting rowdy
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| Kill a snitch fuck a bitch I throw 'em both in a ditch
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| Cause they can’t stand to see a young nigga getting rich
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| I’m destined for fame
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| Oh bitch-ass niggas putting salt in the game
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| Put a stain on your brain cause I shall remain
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| And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game
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| It’s a shame the way the game has switched
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| And the police man trying to take my shit
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| I caught a nigga one day jumping out of a cop car
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| I ain’t saying no names but this nigga’s a rap star
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| Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard
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| Buff ass nigga perpetrating to act hard
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| In the front seat with no cuffs on
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| I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing I rush him
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| Dust him, cause I can’t trust him
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| Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em
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| I tuck him in the trunk, I ain’t fuckin' with no punk
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| Nigga snitching nigga missing cause we twisting
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| And that’s for all my real niggas locked up
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| And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up
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| Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right
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| Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight
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| Just like a bitch quick to call the police
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| But ain’t no telling on me and then belling on me
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| Look here, me and P we getting riches
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| And oh yeah don’t forget to tell them bitches
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| Muthafuck you snitches
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| Snitches snitches snitches
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| Y’all be running they mouth just like bitches
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| Snitches snitches snitches
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| Niggas be running they mouth just like bitches
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| Snitches snitches snitches
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| They be running they mouth just like bitches
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| Snitches snitches snitches
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| I got a slug for ya’ll muthafuckin' snitches
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| I heard a nigga snitching from his jail cell
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| And when he get out will he live, only time will tell
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| Nigga riding with the police
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| Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me
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| I guess the nigga mad cause I’m ballin'
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| Task kicked the nigga door in now he talking
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| My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen
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| Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine
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| Watch the bitch he got a camera
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| But when I catch the nigga I’mma slam him down with a hammer
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| And 17 nails
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| Cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed
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| Snitches, snitches, snitches
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| Niggas that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches
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| That’s snitches, snitches
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| Federal niggas in the muthafuckin' ghetto
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| Federal niggas that’s in the muthafuckin' penatentiary
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| Niggas with muthafuckin' license to capture other niggas
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| But they ain’t got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases
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| Snitches, snitches, I know y’all niggas trying to get us
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| Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches
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| Niggas was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail
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| That’s what snitches is
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| Tthat’s niggas with purses nigga, pocket books, nigga
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| Niggas with dresses, snitches
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| This for y’all bitches
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| To all ya’ll niggas I feel ya muthafuckin' pain
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| Watch y’all muthafuckin' self
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| The haters got the high beam on
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| They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' Cutlasses
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| I know who y’all is niggas |