No Snitchin'

[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