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Snitch
Obie Trice feat Akon

[Akon]
Convict convict

[Eminen]
YEAHH(YEAHH)
HAHA(HAHA)
SHADY(SHADY)

[Akon]
Convict music

[Eminem]
GUESS WHO'S BACK

[Obie Trice]
Still here haters

[Akon]
Akon and Obie …*Trice*
Yeaah

[Obie Trice]
Watchu gonna do with it A?
Watchu gonna do?

[Akon]
Take 'em on back to the streets

[Chorus: Akon]
I Keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
You 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

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
It's risky, the bitch tenderize outta nigga
His history's snitch, who decided he's a member?
Once he got pitched, coincided with law
Same homie say he lay it down for the bar
Brought gang squad aroud Oz
How could it be?
Been homies since superman draws
Only phoniness never came to par
He had us, a true neighborhood actor
Had His back with K's, now we see through him like x-rays
Cuffed in that Adam car, no matter his loss
We at 'em, it's war
Knowin not to cross those reservoir dogs
You help to plant seeds, just to be a vegetable?
When invest in team, its to death for sho'
No X and O's, you tex calicodes
Aim at your chest nigga

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
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
Enemies on us, been in these corners
Sellin' like anything on us
Knowing heaven'll shun us being devil's miners
But that ain't got shit to do with the tea in China
We gon' keep the grind up till death can find us
Mean time, leanin in them European whips reclined up
It's eye for an eye the riders
We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors
Po Po's is cowards, it'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 Mc Donalds
So it's no X and O's, tex calicodes
Aim at your chest nigga

[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
Now a days , Sammy the Bull's, got the games full
So he moved to a rural area to keep coll
They snitchin on the snitch now, it's nothing to tell
Now a days your circle should be small as hell
Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me
Even if we bubble slow, we get it eventually
No penitentiary, there'll be no clemency
You will meet the lord snitchin, given us a centuary
These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
Thats how they react now, weak, When the heat's on them
Stop snitchen, you asked for the life you live in
It's act is not permited, no where on the map
It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison
If you've been in it along with 'em
And then snitchen become hidden
So it's no X and O's, tex calicodes
Aim at your chest nigga

[Obie Trice]
You rat bastard! (bastard)

Obie Trice - Snitch