Obie Trice - Snitch (feat. Akon) (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Snitch (feat. Akon) (Instrumental)

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, drop tops for sale
Anything that you need,
believe me I'm gon' lace you, Yeah
Just don't, whatever you do, snitch
Cause you will get hit,
pray, I don't face you, Yeah

Once he got pinched, coincided law
Same homie say he lay it down for the bar
Brought gang squad around the has ours
Been homies since superman jingiling draws
Only phoniness never came to par
He had us, a true neighborhood top
Had his back with kay's,
now we see through him like X-Rays
Cuffed in that Adam car,We at 'em, it's war
Knowin not to cross those reservoir dogs
You help to plant seeds, just to be a vegetable?
When we invest in team, its to the death for sho'
No X and O's, tex magicos
aimed at your chest nigga every show
We started out as a crew,
when one speak, it's all honest
Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's


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