Obie Trice Feat. Akon - Snitch + Lyrics скачать видео бесплатно

[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 tops 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

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

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

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