Obie Trice ft. Akon & Eminem - Snitch | Текст песни

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• Obie Trice ft. Akon & Eminem
• Snitch

[Intro: Obie Trice, Akon & Eminem]
[Akon:] Konvict
[Eminem] Yeah (yeah)
Haha
That's Right, Shady
[Akon:] Konvict Muzik
[Eminem:] Guess who's back?
[Obie Trice:] Still here, haters
[Akon:] Akon and Obie Trice, yeah
[Obie Trice:] Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
[Akon:] Take 'em all back to the streets

[Hook: Akon]
I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin' with the mindstate of the mobster
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, and 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 boy
Brought game squad around ours
How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws
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
Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs
You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable?
When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho
No X and O's, Tecs, Calicos
Aimed at your chest nigga

[Hook]

[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
Knowing heaven has shown us being 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 leaning in them European whips reclined up
It's eye for an eye for the riders
We ain't trying to get locked up, we sole survivors
Po-pos is cowards, it's no you, it's ours
We vowed this, mixing 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, Tecs, Calicos
Aimed at your chest nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
Nowadays, Sammy Da 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 will be no clemency
You will meet the Lord snitch in givin' us a century
These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
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, Tecs, Calicos
Aimed at your chest, nigga

[Hook]

[Outro: Obie Trice]
You rat bastard!