b*tch n*ggas lyrics

by

Freeway


[Intro: Omillio Sparks]
Philly sh*t.....
Yall n*ggas stop snitching out there we see you
How you get indited and come straight home? answer that

[Chorus: Omillio Sparks]
Wrap up in your quilts and tripple goose, its gon be a cold winter
The streets got me feeling trapped like my wrist be in handcuffs
Omillio Sparks you n*ggas I distance myself from snitches
Cause them madicons I'll have you feeling like you driving on cobblestones
On the road to the riches, but I try to run a smooth operation but lately
I find myself carrying burners with me
Cause n*ggas that I knew since a child wanna kill me now - no problem
I know how to handle that, I send em shots from the mac
Try to understand I come to far to fall back
sh*t! Not even a year ago I was there crack
Slinging crack on the back of dirty blocks
With yall getting my scrape on til the cops rolled up
That's was home and I stay dedicated
But I saw no numbers
I guess thats whats yall gon call taking a fall but I'm a man
So I set aside the set backs tryed to bounce back got a this rap
Covered it all from the movies, the videos to f*cking these groupies
Even long money, now these n*ggas wanna test me
But I don't give a f*ck, I'm feeling like William H.Bonnie tonight
Who wanna make the papers I could make ya famous
Go for your guns, start the ignition how many of yall gon ride to night
NOT TO MANY n*ggAS! Cause half yall fake n*ggas turn out to be snitch n*ggas
[Post-Chorus: Beanie Sigel]
b*tch n*ggas, snitch n*ggas, b*tch n*ggas, pus*y motherf*ckers
[Sparks]
Its time for you snitch n*ggas to be exposed
Don't let me find out theres a b*tch under them clothes
[Beanie]
Real thugs stand up straight never fold
And they don't sh*t if anything ever blows

[Verse: Beanie Sigel]
You muthaf*cking right Mac keep them weapons drawn
For you n*ggas that rap and keep them dresses on its getting out of hand
n*ggas taking the stand picking out they man
Lifting they right hand to snitch on they right hand
Whats behind that sh*t you both push bricks
But you gon make a statement and sign that sh*t
After that anything goes, your kids thats a brick in they nose
Ill steal your gat and live by the cold
Ill rather die than be labeled a snitch, snake rat or a b*tch
I hate a theif but I know I'm a prick
You f*cking lames in the game like its sweet
Never came from the streets
Type to get locked and change ur name to Shareef
Its f*cked up when your team got a b*tch on it
Bench warmers, you got bench warrants
Detective got a tech with two prints on it
But you the only one that get arrested and pinched for it
Get knocked ill have you touched every way
Extorted every other week f*cked every other day
n*ggas with the will, to run in your hut, run in your but
Six foot n*ggas tongueing you up
You n*ggas gossip like soap operas
But them n*ggas upstate use the mop sticks so proper
You n*ggas is b*tch I know you got in yall
Cause the dog allows me to spot it in yall
[Chorus: Omillio Sparks]
Wrap up in your quilts and tripple goose, its gon be a cold winter
The streets got me feeling trapped like my wrist be in handcuffs
Omillio Sparks you n*ggas I distance myself from snitches
Cause them madicons I'll have you feeling like you driving on cobblestones
On the road to the riches, but I try to run a smooth operation but lately
I find myself carrying burners with me
Cause n*ggas that I knew since a child wanna kill me now - no problem
I know how to handle that, I send em shots from the mac
Try to understand I come to far to fall back
sh*t! Not even a year ago I was there crack
Slinging crack on the back of dirty blocks
With yall getting my scrape on til the cops rolled up
That's was home and I stay dedicated
But I saw no numbers
I guess thats whats yall gon call taking a fall but I'm a man
So I set aside the set backs tryed to bounce back got a this rap
Covered it all from the movies, the videos to f*cking these groupies
Even long money, now these n*ggas wanna test me
But I don't give a f*ck, I'm feeling like William H.Bonnie tonight
Who wanna make the papers I could make ya famous
Go for your guns, start the ignition how many of yall gon ride to night
NOT TO MANY n*ggAS! Cause half yall fake n*ggas turn out to be snitch n*ggas

[Outro: Beanie Sigel]
Snitch ass b*tch ass muthaf*ckas
[Sparks] Get down or lay down
[Beanie] Get down or f*cking lay down
Yall know the f*cking rules lay down you stay down
[Sparks] Ride Muthaf*ckas Ride
[Beanie] I know my n*gga Touche know whats its like to be snitched on
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