Snitchin
Terrence Wood and Cimer Amor
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I know you remember Tamika all her friends called her Meek-Meek Pretty girl she used to live off 18th street She was a good kid she ain't get in trouble much Seen her on the block playing hop scotch and double dutch She ain't never hurt nobody, well mannered Too precious, too young to be taken off the planet Gotdammit what be going through the minds of these buls Doing crimes, breaking laws, selling drugs, little wars Leaving a hole in a heart that ain't mendable Make you wonder how did life become so expendable They left her laying there in her own blood Made her blue collar father turn back into a thug 36 now he back on some 21 shit Calling up all his old homies he used to run with These niggas done killed my baby Can't cry, blood boiling in his veins like rabies Vengeance is mine said the Lord He looked up and said, I ain't tryna hear that no more I'ma make sure these fuckers ain't breathing no more They done took my life so what I got to live for And her mama keep going door to door Saying please tell me who did this to my baby Please tell me, if I don't find out soon I'ma go crazy Yall tell me who did this to my baby Ain't nobody see nothing? Come on I know yall seen something I know yall heard something, pray my strength Cause this time it's mine next time might be yours And you gonna be the one going from door to door Tell me something, please, please, just tell me something Start snitchin' You know Mr. Wade, been living on the block for decades Great neighbor, always get his coffee and his paper From the corner bodega, used to be the block captain He seen them corner boys change from doo-wop to rappin Seen'em change from switchblades to a magnum They use to run from the cops but now they shooting at'em For fun, when he was young there was nothing to prove then White folk moved out when black folk moved in Got a lil wild, but still able to tame this Then crack came and shit ain't been the same since See each year things got more violent If you talked you died so people got more silent Now Mr. Wade, he know who killed lil Meek Meek But this code of the street got him afraid to speak Stop snitchin' that's for killers and thiefs Now law abiding citizens now follow these beliefs It don't apply to righteous people who care That shit was made up by the criminals to keep yall all scared But tell that to the killers that's chillin next door And the witness who live upstairs on the next floor And her mama keep going door to door Saying please tell me who did this to my baby Please tell me, if I don't find out soon I'ma go crazy Yall tell me who did this to my baby Ain't nobody see nothing? Come on I know yall seen something I know yall heard something, pray my strength Cause this time it's mine next time might be yours And you gonna be the one going from door to door Tell me something, please, please, just tell me something Start snitchin' An old lady say, I shouldn't have to live this way I get up, I take myself to work every single day I don't want to be a prisoner in my own home Anonymous tip was made from the pay phone Next thing you know all them criminals is gone Lock they ass up in jail where they belong
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