Snitch

Lyrics

[Intro: Akon, Eminem & Obie Trice] Konvict (Yea! Shady!) Konvict Muzik (Guess who's back?) Still here, haters Akon and Obie Trice, yeah Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? Take 'em all 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 tend to rise out a nigga It's history, snitch, who decided he's a member? Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say he lay it down for the bul Brought Gang Squad around ours How could it be? Been homies since Superman drawers 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-Ray's Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war Knowin' not to cross those reservoir dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable? When we invest in team, it's to the death for sho' No X and O's TEC's, Calico's aimed 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, when one speak it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Reconnaissance when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners, sellin' like anything on us Knowin' Heaven has shown us bein' devil's minors But that ain't got shit to do with the tea in China We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up It's eye for an eye for the riders We ain't tryin' to get locked up, we sole survivors Po-po's is cowards, it's no you, it's ours We vowed this, mixin' yayo with soda powder Who woulda known he would fold and cower? Once the captain showed he sold to Old McDonald So it's no X and O's TEC's, Calico's aimed 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] Nowadays, Sammy The Bull's got the game fooled So he move to a rural area to keep cool They snitchin' on a snitch now, it's nothin' to tell Nowadays 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'll get it eventually No penitentiary, there'll be no clemency You will meet the Lord, snitch, in givin' us a century These cats is rats now, the streets need D-Con That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin' This act is not permitted nowhere on the map It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison If you been in it along with 'em, then snitch and become hidden So it's no X and O's TEC's, Calico's aimed 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 [Outro: Obie Trice] You rat bastard!