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点击复制All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin hands with the D A while you made your deal
Three thousand miles away and I could hear you still
Half these niggaz snitchin yo and that's for real
I know it's hard to swallow that's a big ol' pill
If I catch you motherf**kers you gon' catch some steel
I know it might sound crazy that's the way I feel
Uhh trace this to it's basis no movie script
No yay no pounds no uzi clips
Not a car no bling know a bougie b**ch
You got all of these rappers sayin they movin bricks
They whole cliques switch with boob and tits
If you're - truly b**ch then they'll - usually snitch
In a roundabout way I say my toolies spit
But if it come to coppin a plea it includes the fifth
The mood is flipped cause spirits see the diaphragms
Gangsta rappers with murderers for hired hands
Police and riot vans callin us pirate clans
Government guide hands with private plans
To damage the game it's a shame to survive a scam
Cause we high off liquor b**ches and Vicadin
Yell out we gon' strike again so triflin
Got kids idlin the vest to riflin
Why you make a fake life in pens
Glorify the hood but never a Bible hymn
And as the streets keep tyin in
Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in where's the violin
All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin hands with the D A while you made your deal
Three thousand miles away and I could hear you still
Half these niggaz snitchin yo and that's for real
I know it's hard to swallow that's a big ol' pill
If I catch you motherf**kers you gon' catch some steel
I know it might sound crazy that's the way I feel
Hah are you the guy that told the guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy
A half a P; now the police is after me
Askin me questions tellin me sh*t you only knew
Pulled up on me out the blue all this sh*t because of you
Watch to do somethin cool b**ch snitchin like Samuel Bull
Now yo' life's f**ked up and I'm announcin you responsible
And I'm cut the f**k up and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' a** there
So what Ain't nothin fair
When a ni**a like you get carried away without your lips
And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be killin sh*t AHH
I drop you off and get lost come back the same day
Witcho' tongue cut off ni**a it's cursed anyway
You the one who can't count so give my G's up
And when it comes to shootin you the one who freeze up
That's why yo' broke a** could swallow these nuts
And folks ask tryna follow everything that reads up
On your report you made I will escort you to your grave
Tryna see me behind bars so you can get paid
That's negative you threaten my life I CAN'T let you live
Then you think that it'll catch up to your momma and your kids snitch AHH
All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin hands with the D A while you made your deal
Three thousand miles away and I could hear you still
Half these niggaz snitchin yo and that's for real
I know it's hard to swallow that's a big ol' pill
If I catch you motherf**kers you gon' catch some steel
I know it might sound crazy that's the way I feel
If you aim for slugs that's blazed by killers
Now the game done changed these niggaz out here praisin squealers
Go Proof - my behavior's iller when tellin the truth
Expunge my gun ni**a like any paid felon'll do
My spoken is well in the truth you in hell and the Proof
From the block to the jail or the booth
Bod boy image shall illuminate in silence
Gangsta one that communicates through violence
Go Proof - not through yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV vest up and glocks go flashin
It's all actin - y'all just
Don't see the director behind the camera that yells out"Action"
Blowin off the door hinge to a world in orbit
Where the masses have supportive recorded performance
There's enormous shortage of poor kids
With new deals they will become distorted and tortured
And I ain't losin like 'Pac there's rules on my block
Is he still alive
Yeah yeah I think so
Alright great let's sign him
All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin hands with the D A while you made your deal
Three thousand miles away and I could hear you still
Half these niggaz snitchin yo and that's for real
I know it's hard to swallow that's a big ol' pill
If I catch you motherf**kers you gon' catch some steel
I know it might sound crazy that's the way I feel
Heh aiyyo dig this
If you tell the masses you tell the cops
But if that street yappin made you famous then you a star
Star; hey write down"star"
Write down"star" on a piece of paper
Hold it up in front of you right in the mirror
Put it in the mirror
Hold it up in front of you and that's YOU
We don't like you
Holla at me fix it faggots