Snitch Killas

Lyrics
[Intro] Fuck these snitches Yeah, you know, 'cause all I'm here to do Is watch my ass (Fuck these snitches), you know what I'm sayin'? It ain't my dope, that's Chico dope, you know what I'm sayin'? But what type of witness protection program you got for me, ociffer? [Chorus] You keep tellin' all these coppers, I'm gon' hurt you 'til you bleed All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name Tellin' po-po all your business get you caught up in the game Fuck these snitches [Verse 1] We got your partner in there, said you was at the crime That's how they get you to squeal, them motherfuckers lyin' Nigga, stick with the program and you gonna be all right But if you tell them I did it, I'm stickin' your ass tonight They sayin' six people saw ya But I ain't sayin' shit 'til I meet up with my lawyer Blowin' smoke up my ass, 'cause if I has to blast I'm mobbin' the fuck out the murder scene with a hockey mask Lookin' like Jason while them coppers chasin' me Behind the wheel of a drive-by bucket, facin' L-I-F-E Hittin' corners bailin', fishtailin' in a 'Lac I heard the motherfuckin' glass shatter out the back They wanna screw me, do me and have me fucked up Put a young G in the system and have me sucked up In the prison, Black, but I ain't goin' there So if you tell on me, nigga, you'll be my ho in there See, I do dirt all by my lonely 'cause niggas phony Givin' up that info on murders and snitchin' on they homie Puttin' more lead up in these loudmouth bitch niggas So say what up to the motherfuckin' snitch killa [Chorus] You keep tellin' all these coppers, I'm gon' hurt you 'til you bleed All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name Tellin' po-po all your business get you caught up in the game Fuck these snitches [Verse 2] See, where I'm from motherfuckers live and let die Snitch killa on the reala, nigga S-P-I I'm droppin' shells on a bitch 'Cause see, they do a lick with a nigga and get to tellin' and shit See, I can't stand it when a nigga think he sick in the game Tell everybody who we gaffled for some bitches and fame I'ma blast in the window, indo jack Got me puttin' these snitches up on they motherfuckin' back Puttin' hollows up in your head, runnin' up in your home Leavin' these motherfuckers sleepin' with they house lights on Finna kill this snitch-ass nigga before my homie go to court We tied him to the back of a motherfuckin' Super Sport Doin' donuts with his ass tied to the back of the car Bringin' them terror, the burier, coffin carrier See niggas die when they testify You better get your punk ass up there and straight lie They caught your ass up in the hooptie with three ki's Now you out on bail and all you gave 'em was two Gs You ain't playin' nobody, go get your vest, nigga Be on the lookout for the motherfuckin' snitch killa [Chorus] You keep tellin' all these coppers, I'm gon' hurt you 'til you bleed All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name Tellin' po-po all your business get you caught up in the game Fuck these snitches [Interlude] Like I was sayin' mister ociffer You know what I'm sayin'? I can tell you where he keep his dope I can tell you where he stay I can tell you where he get his braids done, but that's gon' cost ya [Verse 3] Niggas be talkin' and swearin' that they're a straight up killa He ain't in jail 'cause he snitched on that other nigga Now his freedom is gone and you can count on it But if you ever in Quentin, you gonna be tagged snitch And they gon' have to separate the men from the women A lot of snitches up in the pen turn straight feminine and get they ass took See, only real niggas slide with us You gon' be snitchin', motherfucker, you can't ride with us Because we sure to do some heavily incriminating shit Like pullin' licks and pushin' chickens for the fuck of it And ain't no tellin' in my crew, 'cause everybody guilty of somethin' That's why when one dump, we all dumpin' And the nigga who don't blast, he get socked and swollen Threw up out the hooptie when it's still rollin' He ain't dead yet, but if he tattle on a nigga He gotta tangle with this motherfuckin' snitch killa [Chorus] You keep tellin' all these coppers, I'm gon' hurt you 'til you bleed All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name Tellin' po-po all your business get you caught up in the game Fuck these snitches [Outro] Okay now, mister ociffer I mean, now what it's gon' be now, you know what I'm sayin'? I got to get up on outta here, you know what I'm sayin'? I need a house in the Bahamas, you know what I'm sayin'? You know I got two kids You know I just wanna be protected, you know what I'm sayin'? Can I get this on paper, you know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause It's like, I was just tryin' to watch my ass, you know what I'm sayin'? Like I was safe No? Shit, damn I just wanna be protected in this motherfucker Shit! I didn't do it, I didn't do shit That nigga Spice did everything Fuck him 'Cause I'm just lookin' out for my welfare, you know what I'm sayin'?
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Credits
- Writers
- Spice 1
- Ant Banks
- Curtis Mayfield