Snitches lyrics

by

Bun B


[Intro]
Snitch: What's happening?
Snoop: What you mean what's up, n*gga
Snitch: What, what's happening man?
Snoop: I need to holler at you n*gga, come here
Snitch: For what, what's happening
Snoop: f*ck you doing hanging out with the police and sh*t, n*gga?
Snitch: Man I wasn't hanging with the police man
Snoop: Oh, you didn't think I seen you
Snitch: Man, you trippin' man
Snoop: I seen you jump out that car, n*gga
Snitch: Nah man, f*ck that dog
Snoop: You snitching now, n*gga
Snitch: Man, hell nah I ain't snitching
Snoop: What else you doing with the police, you must be snitching
Let me holler at you n*gga
Come here bro
Snitch: Oh man

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
How many real n*ggas is locked away
Behind some b*tch-ass n*gga with a whole lot to say
Man fools is confused ain't no rules to this game
n*ggas be telling the feds where a n*gga lay his head
Giving them n*ggas code names
Cold game, but I can't even say sh*t about it
Cause if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I'm getting rowdy
Kill a snitch f*ck a b*tch I throw 'em both in a ditch
Cause they can't stand to see a young n*gga getting rich
I'm destined for fame
Oh b*tch-ass n*ggas putting salt in the game
Put a stain on your brain cause I shall remain
And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game
It's a shame the way the game has switched
And the police man trying to take my sh*t
I caught a n*gga one day jumping out of a cop car
I ain't saying no names but this n*gga's a rap star
Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard
Buff ass n*gga perpetrating to act hard
In the front seat with no cuffs on
I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing I rush him
Dust him, cause I can't trust him
Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so f*ck 'em
I tuck him in the trunk, I ain't f*ckin' with no punk
n*gga snitching n*gga missing cause we twisting
And that's for all my real n*ggas locked up
And you b*tches that be snitching when a homie sock you up
b*tch fix your mouth and get your head right
Oh get your muthaf*ckin' ass out my muthaf*ckin' house tonight
Just like a b*tch quick to call the police
But ain't no telling on me and then belling on me
Look here, me and P we getting riches
And oh yeah don't forget to tell them b*tches
Muthaf*ck you snitches
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Snitches snitches snitches
Y'all be running they mouth just like b*tches
Snitches snitches snitches
n*ggas be running they mouth just like b*tches
Snitches snitches snitches
They be running they mouth just like b*tches
Snitches snitches snitches
I got a slug for ya'll muthaf*ckin' snitches

[Verse 2: Master P]
I heard a n*gga snitching from his jail cell
And when he get out will he live, only time will tell
n*gga riding with the police
Used to be my homie now the punk b*tch hating on me
I guess the n*gga mad cause I'm ballin'
Task kicked the n*gga door in now he talking
My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen
Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine
Watch the b*tch he got a camera
But when I catch the n*gga I'mma slam him down with a hammer
And 17 nails
Cause b*tches talk sh*t and snitches get killed

[Outro: Master P]
Snitches, snitches, snitches
n*ggas that run they muthaf*ckin' mouth like b*tches
That's snitches, snitches
Federal n*ggas in the muthaf*ckin' ghetto
Federal n*ggas that's in the muthaf*ckin' penatentiary
n*ggas with muthaf*ckin' license to capture other n*ggas
But they ain't got no muthaf*ckin' badges but they still catching cases
Snitches, snitches, I know y'all n*ggas trying to get us
Snitches, snitches punk b*tches, b*tches
n*ggas was b*tches when they was on the streets, and they b*tches in jail
That's what snitches is
Tthat's n*ggas with purses n*gga, pocket books, n*gga
n*ggas with dresses, snitches
This for y'all b*tches
To all ya'll n*ggas I feel ya muthaf*ckin' pain
Watch y'all muthaf*ckin' self
The haters got the high beam on
They got lights on top of they muthaf*ckin' Cutlasses
I know who y'all is n*ggas
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