No Snitchin'

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Bun B

Bernard Freeman (born March 19, 1973) professionally known by his stage name Bun B, is an American rapper and was one half of the southern rap duo UGK (UnderGround Kingz). He is also a guest lecturer at Rice University located in Houston, Texas. He recently released his third official solo album Trill OG on August 3, 2010, which received a 5 Mic "Classic" rating in The Source Magazine - the first album in over five years to receive the honor. Bun B is married with two stepchildren. more »

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2005

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[Chorus]
This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas 
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up 
This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas 
East side, West side, chunk ya deuce up 

Plenty niggas get they head turned red for da bread 
Start off with da information, load it up in ya head 
Couldnt hold it, so it turned out its somethin' he said 
Wut he tell da FEDS (he need someone to call) 
Your decision was to snitchin' and they was there to listen 
When he told what he know, said they barely was trippin' 
Less time, now da niggas in a better position 
Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin' 
He was lookin' at a 30 but he only did 10, 
How your years turn to months, can he tell you dat, and 
He ain't really gotta answer, just the sweat in his hands 
Will he make it out to make it, mm well it depends 
Everybody know the info you was tellin ya friends 
Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen 
Russian Roulette, yep nigga bet the barrel will spin 
You hear that, yea nigga that's the sound of revenge 

Walk down the right road, 'cause the streets is so cold
You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it 
Listen to da G-Code, if you know what I know, 
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep you're mouth closed nigga) 
We don't tolerate snitches 

[Chorus]

If you goin' live that crime life, I hope you hold dat 9 tight 
You live life like a pussy then dats prolly what you die like 
I neva' eva' loved a sucka, them ain't really my type 
Rat snakes, yea mayne the game is full of wild-life 
Don't wanna do no time right? 
You wanna live that high life 
Like go withdrawal, have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight 
Enter ya crib, see the clouds peepin through ya skylight 
You be a copycat, (cat), 'cause mine right 
That's what he told me but I didn't listen 
Doin' crime for a dime wasn't my intention 
You insane, think his name sumin' I will mention 
Only snitches need someone to tell 
Alotta niggas in the game, hustlin' doin' they thing 
Usin' codes on the phone with they usual slang 
If you know what he know then you won't say a thing 
You wouldn't need someone to tell 
Careful bout the life you lead, ain't smart with ya life, 
You plead, the streets will ignite ya T, like you ain't got the right to breathe 
To choke on da realness, reality is what the fake don't know how to deal with 
Words leak from the teeth, but he'll say seal it 
Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with 
Find a nigga that be hustlin to make a deal with 
But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it 

Walk down the right road, 'cause the streets is so cold
You betta' take ya life slow or you'll miss it 
Listen to da G-Code, if you know what I know, 
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep you're mouth closed nigga) 
We don't tolerate snitches 

[Chorus]

This for the G's, street jugglin', move da fire 
When you talkin what you talkin' it ain't through the wire 
Police pull you over, now they callin' you a liar 
You got amnesia, don't even know the dude beside ya 
You don't know, you ain't sayin', you ain't heard what he said 
Told you a closed mouth ain't gon neva' get fed 
A open mouth'll get you county instead of the F-E-D-S 
Some scared niggas speak up so they'll be less in the red 
Niggas can't deal with no 95 so they day-to-day budgeters 
Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers 
You upstate, niggas use to be southerners 
Here the streets make the laws and don't answer the governors 
We the niggas that's too real to snitch on a snitch 
But make a snitch turn to puff with a flick of the wrist 
That ain't goin' get in arguments, just go get you a clip 
And they goin' think about the consequences, let em repent 

Walk down the right road, 'cause the streets is so cold
You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it 
Listen to da G-Code, if you know what I know, 
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep you're mouth closed nigga) 
We don't tolerate snitches 

[Chorus]

Man hold up, you a real nigga and you ain't got nothin' 
To say when they come question you, 
Just keep it 100, and go on a chunk ya deuce up

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