Who’s Snitching lyrics

(*talking*)
3rd Coast what, know I'm tal'n bout uh
Smoke some'ing, hol' up

[Lil' O]
Man I rush you, two Glocks drawn and bust you
You a lil' n*gga I'm heavyweight, I'll crush you
Touch you, right in front of your partnas like f*ck you
And won't nan one them n*ggas say sh*t, I hush fools
When they see what I pack, they say damn who is that
It made that n*gga sounding soft, flipped and land on his back
And we don't want none of that, mayn f*ck that n*gga
We wasn't close anyways, I had to bust that n*gga
Quick to do a 1-8-7, on n*ggas tattle telling
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, put seven in his melon
Then hopped into the Lac, then I'm bailing
But that's what he get, for f*cking round with these felons
Cause you a snitch, true this ass n*gga
Grab the ski mask, and come do your ass n*gga
And really I don't give a damn who you is n*gga, cause I'm way too raw
See you bump you di*k suckers, man I bump boys off

[Hook]
Someone snitching to the laws, we gon hang that snitch
Straight bang that b*tch, cause we trying to get rich
Ain't no time for no haters, being all in our mix
We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that b*tch
[Pimp C]
I'm gripping the grain, buying a sweets
Playing with candy toys, I'm staying strapped with the heat
The dime to the nickel, and the nickel to the dime
Boys is talking down, but I'm still busting for mine
He done got one, he back on the streets told em I was top gun
Now they planning the Sweet, and now the motherf*cking FED's
They got, the phone tapped
But when them b*tches get here, you gon be full of hot caps
And it ain't all about this rap, it's all about the snaps
The syrup and the sap, I left the sh*t off in his lap
I had to bust a cap, now give a n*gga dap
Man f*ck them n*ggas telling, all them b*tches take a nap
The police in Port Arthur, they hate a n*gga guts
But deep down in my soul, they could eat a n*gga nuts
They try to set us up, but my mouth never budge
Dedicated to my n*ggas, doing forty behind drugs

[Hook]
Someone snitching to the laws, we gon hang that b*tch
Straight bang that b*tch, cause we trying to get rich
Ain't no time for no haters, being all in our mix
We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that b*tch
Dog this boy I know too much, cause we got tagged quick
Let's hang that snitch, straight bang that b*tch
Have him sleeping with the fish, for f*cking over the click
We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that b*tch
[Bun B]
Yes we are the jet setters, go-getters and chest wetters
The fo' head sweaters, with big black ass barettas
The Dr. Feel-Good's, with the real good connections
On political election, and cocaine importion
With the coast guard protection, and china white distribution
All through your section, fifteen woman selection
For whom, I got no affection
But help me keep my erection, with no plexing
I guess I'm just another clowning ass Texan, diamond teeth grilling
Pivet relaxing, texting hoes sexing
Jazzy belts flexing, next in line
In the book, to be the made men
Getting high in hotel rooms, Kapone stayed in
That Gotti played in, and Clinton got laid in Marion got high in
And Bun got paid in, so soon as the big broad sang
I pull this thang, and leave your ass bang

[Hook]

(*talking*)
Yeah fresh, (for 9-9) you hater ha-ha
Huh UGK and Lil' O, (Lil' motherf*cking O)
We done wrecked it, promised we done wrecked this motherf*cker
(hol' up) man hold up, (we gone) later