歌词
Intro  Obie  Trice +(Eminem){Akon}]
{Convict}
(Yeah  haha  haha  SHADY)
{Convict  Music}
(Guess  who's  back)
Still  here  haters
{Akon &Obie  Trice  Yeah}
Whatcha  gonna  do  it  with  it  A
Whatcha  gonna  do
{Take  em  on  back  to  the  street}
Chorus  Akon]
I  keep  the 40cal  on  my  side
Stepping  with  the  mind  state  of  a  mobster
You  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  pray  I  don't  face  you  yeah
It's  risky  the  bitch  tend  to  rise  out  a  nigga
Obie  Trice]
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  reservoir  dogs
You  helped  plant  seeds  just  to  be  a  vegetable
When  we  invest  in  team  it's  to  the  death  fo'sho'
No  ex  and  oh's  tex  calicos
Hook]
Aim  at  your  chest  nigga
Chorus]
Obie  Trice]
We  started  out  as  a  crew  in  one  speak  it's  all  honest
Private  conferences  when  we  eat  Benihana's
Recondences  when  we  peep  enemies  on  us
Been  in  these  corners  selling  like  anything  on  us
Knowing  heaven  has  shown  us  being  devil's  minors
That  ain't  got  shit  to  do  with  the  tea  in  China
We  gon'keep  the  grind  up 'til  death  come  find  us
Mean  time  leanin'in  them  European  whips  reclined  up
It's  an  eye  for  an  eye  for  the  riders
We  ain't  trying  to  get  locked  up  we  soul  survivors
Po  Pos  is  cowards  there's  no  you  it's  ours
We  vow  this  mixing  yayo  with  soda  powder
Who  woulda  known  he  would  fold  and  cower
Once  the  captain  showed  he  sold  whole  McDonald's
So
Hook]
Chorus]
Obie  Trice]
Nowadays  Sammy  Da  Bull's  got  the  game  full
So  he  move  to  a  rural  area  to  keep  cool
They  snitching  on  a  snitch  now  there's  nothing  to  tell
Nowadays  your  circles  should  be  small  as  hell
Ain't  trying  to  meet  new  faces  this  don't  interest  me
Even  if  we  bubble  slow  we  get  it  eventually
No  penitentiary  there  will  be  no  climincy
You  will  meet  the  lowest  snitch  in  given  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  snitching  you  asked  for  the  life  your  living
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  and  then  snitch  and  become  hidden
So
Hook]
Chorus]
Obie  Trice]
You  rat  bastard
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