Lyrics:
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
1 time for my bitches
2 times for my guys
3 times for my 4 5
Gotta keep it by my side
6 deep when we ride
7 in the morning
Gotta get up and get
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
[Chorus]
Illiodic Shine, just like a palace
Now, release the violence
Heat lay 'em down, off of balance
Snitchin murder comes, when you deal wit
you're wonderin' why
We call this shit four deep when only three niggas creep
Cause the fourth nigga is a glock nine And he's guaranteed to stay right
Let me chirp these fools
Juice got weed Juice got pills
Juice got the work on the corner cuttin deals
Juice know you haters out there
Snitchin ain't
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
for granted
Swinging that glock
Leave em deep in the planet
I'm back on they ass
I done gave em a break
I'm tryna get rich
Do whatever it take
Screaming
no parol and consecut' sentencin'
Got people witnessin', your co-defendent snitchin',
your back against the wall, your left eye is twitchin'
Loyal
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass
wen dat ever counted dawg
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I'm da voice of da street when I speak niggas listen
You can talk street shit but pimpin? neva in it
You
nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
on Forges, call them my skaters
You know them bodies is sticky, you can't get caught up in capers
Niggas are tricky, you can't be askin' for favors
2-2-3
[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
Nigga if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was
millimeter, it's different
My brother had gave me one of his switches
My uncle be bitchin', they told me he snitchin'
So when I grew up I was blessed in my
I'm tryna see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
Some faggot niggas snitchin' givin' info
We'll do a drive by, in a stolen black pinto
With tinted
the roof, or jakes see the crib
No snitchin', this Amityville detention
Might fuck around, get caught, or shot down, play position
Yeah, here they come,
on to the sounds that we already got
We don't be trippin' or flippin' we concentratin' on rhymes
Never snitchin' or bitchin' or perpetratin' no crime
Kay-Gee
Bluff things
Smack Shid
Smoke shid
Ne nyinaa y3 bulshit
Adey kai way back in P2
We used to gather around
Form circles and play by the fire side and make
Man I'm up, I'm up here 3:00 am making this song for you man
You better love this (aha)
Yeah yeah yeah
Been friends for so long but we never got this
no robbery (It's not), he won't make recovery
Heard you four deep, kick you first and then the other three
This is a crime scene, poison with VISINE
deep, I told her, "Fly with me"
I might pull up on the scene
And do a magic trick disappear like 1-2-3
Man I just took yo' bitch
Think she just a Twitter
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