Obie Trice - Snitch
Tekst :
Obie Trice (Eminem) {Akon} [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 dots 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
Chorus
Obie Trice [Outro]:
You rat bastard
Inne utwory
The set up Look in my eyes Mr. Trice Shit hits the fan There they go Hands on you Ballad of Obie Trice Oh Rap Name Kill me a mutha Average man Adrenline rush Violent Jamaican girl Wake up Ghetto Wanna know Everywhere i go Losowe utwory
(Tonight)
What is the point in keeping on so deathly quiet
You know nobody lives here
What s in your pocket come on let me see
I ll buy it. There s nobody at home tonight
Tell me the one about the laughing politician
That s a funny story
I don...
Hey, there, how you doin , how you been
Been a couple of weeks since I talked to you
Sorry that it s taken me so long to reach out to you
But I m wondering maybe, possibly, say it again
Maybe could we get together this weekend
I still remember the way you felt
The...
Return to me, oh my dear I m so lonely.
Hurry back, hurry back, oh my love I m yours.
Return to me, for my heart wants you only.
Hurry home, hurry home, won t you please hurry home to my heart?
My darling, if...
You must believe,
You must believe
(x2)
You gotta believe
Gotta believe, gotta believe in me
You gotta believe in me
(gotta believe me)
That I won t never hurt you
I told you once before
That I love you...
Well you talk about disease
Like it s part of the plan
Another God sent plague on the
common man
You talk about love
The way you think about lust
Like it s something obscene
You don t wanna discuss
Like it doesn t exist in your
Neck ofthe woods...