Текст песни Daz Dillinger and JT the Bigga Figga - Snitchaz (Hidden Track)
Daz Dillinger and JT the Bigga Figga - Snitchaz (Hidden Track) слова песни
Shit, how man of y`all niggas out there know snitchesShit, I know this one snitch know what I meanSnitched on everybody, got everybody caught upIn some shit he ain`t even have to open his mouth toSo now he gotta die, ha ha[Verse 1]Fo` fo` and 357 they cocked and readySwitchblades, machetes they chop down the fettiShit get heavy, knew a nigga name ShawnWho snitched on everybody so he dropped a dimeTold him about the murders and robberiesSnitchin` and tellin` about some real niggasWho done pulled the triggerNow the whole hood`s up for grabsStab niggas in the back now he`s out for DazHa, dude say my name don`t discuss my businessAround this nigga he`ll rat, get capped for thatSo we plot and plan the murder to kill a manSo I guess the man`s fate lies in my handI pull a pin back and the nigga get hauled offBlew his fuckin` brains off, twelve gauge sawed-offOne wish you could die for thisNiggas die for, the die for this[Chorus (With "Snitches"being whispered in the background) x2]Which way did he runLittle did they know he was gonna get this gunLivin` life for the fun[Verse 2]In the street, shit get deep, niggas competeTo put heads to sleep, just watch all the beefAll the creep when the money get tookIt`s on the book, ain`t no comeback when O`s get cookedThey say who done that, the mysteryHoes involved who tried to ballWho caught the shot in the pen and made em` take a fallThis a no-brainers, seeds get planted and they blossomBig smiles and hugs niggas they playin` possumGrimey ones, scope niggas for all they shiney onesComin` out they glove or they jacket with a tiny gunFrontin` for some project hoesPlayas keep ya jewels tucked when ya come through scuffNiggas snitches[Chorus x2][Verse 3]It`s snitches everywhere I look from Alabama to the WestKeepin` Tha Commissiona stressed for scrillaStuck for the rest of ya life niggaLivin` the rest of ya life misunderstoodNot knowin` ya friend is ya foeI seen it before in the ghetto where they will pack metalGhetto kids watch tv with only five channelsCaught in this slum lifeI`m abortin` this shit for the real and fakeRich and the broke, man now a days ya just can`t copeTake the whole world for a jokeAnd at the end of ya ropeI spooted you many times on blocks sellin` dopeI done hoped and bubbled on top, richer than Bob HopeTakin` a leave when I see it in ya eyesAs you approach in a doja cloudTryin` to hustle up for a smokeNigga you should be ashamed the way ya usin` ya namePuttin` black eyes in the gameYou should be out of the gameNigga it`s snitches everywhere I look ain`t shit changed[Verse 4]Now feel the motherfuckin` vibe as I burst the flamesThey on this shit worldwideThe whole world was tight on slangSell rhymes like the undergrounds of caineWhen I`m deliverin` pain, fatal lyrics to ya brainI will train ya mind and design ya with sights to see the realNo appeals, you in the world with lots to live for realI feel it`ll probably be a thrill, with a couple of millWith a Lex on twenty inch chets for me to wheelBut I`d rather have a couple of millBreak the fam straight and leave em` with a spot in the hillsThe deal is sealedStill I hustle hard cause the cash is straightComplete the album, gon` let the streets blast the tapeStashed away, I no they phony ass will hateBut that`s great cause niggas that`s fake we assassinateGraduated and got infatuated with the click thoughA wiseman turned schizo and get low[Chorus x4]