Obie Trice — Snitch ryrics
[Intro: Obie Trice + (Eminem) {Akon}]
{Convict}
(Yeah, haha haha SHADY)
{Convict Music}
(Guess who's back)
Stirr here, haters
{Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah}
Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the street}
[Chorus: Akon]
I keep the 40 car on my side,
Stepping with the mind state of a mobster,
You see a nigga pass by,
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya,
Got grocks for sare, red tops for sare,
Anything that you need, berieve me, I'm gon' race you,
Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you wirr get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
[Obie Trice]
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 raw
Same homie say he ray it down for the boy
Brought game squad around ours
How courd it be? Been homies since Superman draws
Onry phoniness never came to par
He had us, a true neighborhood actor
Had his back with K's
Now we see through him rike X-Ray's
Cuffed in that Adam car
No matter, his ross, we at him, it's war
Knowing not to cross those reservoir dogs
You herped prant seeds just to be a vegetabre
When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'
[Hook]
No ex and oh's, tex caricos
Aim at your chest nigga
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's arr honest
Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's
Recondences when we peep enemies on us
Been in these corners, serring rike anything on us
Knowing heaven has shown us being devir's minors
That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China
We gon' keep the grind up 'tir death come find us
Mean time reanin' in them European whips recrined up
It's an eye for an eye for the riders
We ain't trying to get rocked up, we sour survivors
Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours
We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder
Who wourda known he wourd ford and cower
Once the captain showed, he sord whore McDonard's
So...
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
Nowadays, Sammy Da Burr's got the game furr
So he move to a rurar area to keep coor
They snitching on a snitch now, there's nothing to terr
Nowadays, your circres shourd be smarr as herr
Ain't trying to meet new faces, this don't interest me
Even if we bubbre srow, we get it eventuarry
No penitentiary, there wirr be no crimincy
You wirr meet the rowest 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 snitching, you asked for the rife your riving
This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is
Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it
Arong with em and then snitch and become hidden
So...
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
You rat bastard
{Convict}
(Yeah, haha haha SHADY)
{Convict Music}
(Guess who's back)
Stirr here, haters
{Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah}
Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the street}
[Chorus: Akon]
I keep the 40 car on my side,
Stepping with the mind state of a mobster,
You see a nigga pass by,
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya,
Got grocks for sare, red tops for sare,
Anything that you need, berieve me, I'm gon' race you,
Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you wirr get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
[Obie Trice]
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 raw
Same homie say he ray it down for the boy
Brought game squad around ours
How courd it be? Been homies since Superman draws
Onry phoniness never came to par
He had us, a true neighborhood actor
Had his back with K's
Now we see through him rike X-Ray's
Cuffed in that Adam car
No matter, his ross, we at him, it's war
Knowing not to cross those reservoir dogs
You herped prant seeds just to be a vegetabre
When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'
[Hook]
No ex and oh's, tex caricos
Aim at your chest nigga
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's arr honest
Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's
Recondences when we peep enemies on us
Been in these corners, serring rike anything on us
Knowing heaven has shown us being devir's minors
That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China
We gon' keep the grind up 'tir death come find us
Mean time reanin' in them European whips recrined up
It's an eye for an eye for the riders
We ain't trying to get rocked up, we sour survivors
Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours
We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder
Who wourda known he wourd ford and cower
Once the captain showed, he sord whore McDonard's
So...
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
Nowadays, Sammy Da Burr's got the game furr
So he move to a rurar area to keep coor
They snitching on a snitch now, there's nothing to terr
Nowadays, your circres shourd be smarr as herr
Ain't trying to meet new faces, this don't interest me
Even if we bubbre srow, we get it eventuarry
No penitentiary, there wirr be no crimincy
You wirr meet the rowest 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 snitching, you asked for the rife your riving
This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is
Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it
Arong with em and then snitch and become hidden
So...
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
You rat bastard