Snitching In Action

Lyrics

[Intro: Cuban Link] There's two rules to live by where I come from If you get caught by the cops, you never tell them anything Second rule, never snitch on your friends Think about that [Chorus: Cuban Link & J Benjaminz] I know this kid, he was slick with the MAC-10 He tried to live what he said in his rappin' Until the pigs hit the crib, threatened him with a bid The nigga started singin' hits like the Jacksons Well, I know this kid, he was gettin' that cash in He used to love to flip the bricks with a passion 'Til the feds sеt him up, offered him a bettеr cut But guess what, he started yippity-yappin' [Verse 1: Cuban Link] This nigga thought he was the boss of all bosses, the top dawg in office On some war shit, more guns than the armed forces Known as the Kind of New York, always so cautious He rarely took losses, the type that never flosses But yeah, he had it all from horses to Porsches The Mona Lisa portrait's hangin' in his fortress Then homie got thoughtless, talkin' to his corporates On the court list, runnin' his mouth like a faucet He lost it, got caught up by the radar, givin' data Feds was on him like Al-Qaeda, picked him up an hour later Then they served him like a waiter, he became a commentator Went from a man of power to a coward and a traitor He made a lot of haters so he had to switch his life up Niggas had him sized up, they even put the price up Had to hit your ride 'fore they hit his kids and wife up Niggas done already gave they bitches to a sniper Gotta pay the piper eventually somehow It's hard to play it nice when your enemy's so foul Destiny's so wild, 'cause right before they tried to hit the clown With a hundred rounds in front of the courthouse [Chorus: Cuban Link & J Benjaminz] I know this kid, he was slick with the MAC-10 He tried to live what he said in his rappin' Until the pigs hit the crib, threatened him with a bid The nigga started singin' hits like the Jacksons Well, I know this kid, he was gettin' that cash in He used to love to flip the bricks with a passion 'Til the feds set him up, offered him a better cut But guess what, he started yippity-yappin' [Verse 2: J Benjaminz] This little nigga was willin' to pump packs, that nigga took contact The tree bullets like chess, how they willin' to dump that Wrist lit up like fog lights, supplyin' the block white But the sky's on the real, he was livin' the cops life So beware, man, he's playin' the game in the streets close Rob chains for exchange for fame and C-Notes He claims to reach cope, our plans to speed boats He a lame but, well, telekinetic like Reed Mose He plants to see hope by testifying again Soon, his family and friends stay safer behind the fence So he looks so shook that he sick inside of the pen Snitch nigga on the books and he's televisin' his friends He thinks this shit pays, he's fittin' to get gassed up Gave him a nickname, they call him a snitch bastard Flip to the next page and skip to the next chapter Shit that'll his lips "Say, I think I'ma ditch faster" Doubt-free, tryin' to play me, I'll go by the crazy This snitch, fuck it, full up his mouth of M-80s Out here to betray me, he's out to be loud and shady The daughter'll be like Sammy and Brasco done had a baby [Refrain: Cuban Link] He's snitchin', he's snitchin' He's givin' up our position He hangs around and he listens Then goes back, reports his mission He's snitchin', he's snitchin' They offered him more proposition Either work for them or life in prison He's snitchin' [Chorus: Cuban Link & J Benjaminz] I know this kid, he was slick with the MAC-10 He tried to live what he said in his rappin' Until the pigs hit the crib, threatened him with a bid The nigga started singin' hits like the Jacksons Well, I know this kid, he was gettin' that cash in He used to love to flip the bricks with a passion 'Til the feds set him up, offered him a better cut But guess what, he started yippity-yappin' [Bridge: Cuban Link & J Benjaminz] Yeah, I remember Twin, the kid with the accent He used to kick it with this chick from Manhattan After datin' the bimbo, he was slippin' the info And all along, was always tippin' the Captain Now he send in a confession from crackin' That's what happens when you livin' that fashion Be alert about your homies, do your dirt up by the lonely Don't get caught in that snitchin' in action [Refrain: Cuban Link] He's snitchin', he's snitchin' He's givin' up our position He hangs around and he listens Then goes back, reports his mission He's snitchin', he's snitchin' They offered him more proposition Either work for them or life in prison He's snitchin'