Snitch

About Snitch

"Snitch" is a song by American rapper Obie Trice, released as the second single from his second studio album Second Round's on Me (2006). The song features guest vocals from American singer Akon, who also produced the song and helped to write it along with Trice.

Year:

2008

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[Intro]: 
{Convict} 
(Yeah, 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 streets} 

Akon [Chorus]: 
I keep the 40 cal on my side 
Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster 
See a nigga pass by 
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya 
Got glocks for sale, red dots 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 

Obie Trice [Verse 1]: 
It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga 
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 foniness 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 resevoir 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 
Aim at your chest nicca 

Chorus:
I keep the 40 cal on my side 
Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster 
See a nigga pass by 
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya 
Got glocks for sale, red dots 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  

Obie Trice [Verse 2]: 
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 on these corners, sellin 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 
Meanwhile 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 McDonalds 
So no exs and ohs, tex calicos 
Aim at your chest nicca 

Chorus:
I keep the 40 cal on my side 
Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster 
See a nigga pass by 
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya 
Got glocks for sale, red dots 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  

Obie Trice [Verse 3]: 
Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full 
So he move to a rural area to keep cool 
He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell 
Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell 
Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me 
Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually 
No penitentary, there will be no climacy 
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 snitchin, 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 it's no exs and ohs, tex calicos 
Aim at your chest nicca 

Chorus:
I keep the 40 cal on my side 
Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster 
See a nigga pass by 
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya 
Got glocks for sale, red dots 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  

[Outro]: 
YOU RAT BASTARD!!!

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Akon

Aliaune Damala Badara Akon Thiam (born April 16, 1973), professionally known as simply Akon, is a Senegalese American R&B and hip hop recording artist, songwriter, record producer and businessman. He rose to prominence in 2004 following the release of "Locked Up", the first single from his debut album Trouble. more »

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