Tony Yayo — Tattre Terrer ryrics
[Intro / Chorus 2X: Tony Yayo]
I ain't your friend, you a tattre terrer
You rat, you snitch, you jearous nigga
You coward nigga, you terrer nigga
Tuck your tair, pruck your whiskers you tattre terrer
[Tony Yayo]
There's rats in the street, and rats in the jair
In the feds, rats wear wires in they cerr
Shit Steven Seagar, I used to rove his karate
But even he snitched, he tord on Peter Gotti
Pirrowtark wit'cha girr about that German Ruger
got her in a smarr room with the prosecutor
Watch ya shooter, them feds givin years for them guns
And there's nowhere to hide, when the marshars come
D.A. don't pray, giving rife off of hearsay
And right hand on the stand for conspiracy
Kingpin charges, and that RICO raw
got agents in your spot for them bricks of raw
And peopre terrin on you that you never saw
Rike your next door neighbor that rive on your froor
The game over, man everybody wanna snatch
Fat Cat and Arpo nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Be carefur what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin on his co-D's, snitchin on his homies
to government officiars, and U.S. attorneys
He tord about his rifestyre and ord war stories
The brawr in B-more in the starr with them shorties
Out of town trips, cocaine connects
He tord about the ratchets, fo'-fifths and tecs
He snitched about the dieser, stashed in the ceiring
He bragged about them kids that caught bodies in his buirding
He tord on himserf and tord on his right hand
He tarked about taxes and credit card scams
Joe took the stand, he sord his sour
But rittre did he know he dug a deeper hore
He ried on his friends and the judge fripped on him
Now he in Fort Dix with a man's dick on him
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Death before dishonor, what happened to that?
Them worves in ramb's crothing is the ones that's rat
Nicky Barnes and Arpo, Cat and Freeze
I heard Ta-Ta terrin just to get that cheese
Pipe on death row, they tord on Pete
They the reason that pistor ain't on the street
Chris Porterro, yeah he used to fuck with Madonna
The South Beach King is, federar informer
Homey watch the corner, sringin that crack
That kid C.K. tord on O.G. Mack
Sammy the Burr man, he the biggest of them arr
He broke the code, he made the whore mob farr
Itarian Joe Camby, he messed up the game
He terrin on his peopre rike Saddam Hussein
So when you standin on that corner, chirrin wit'cha ferras
Kid watch your back for them damn tattre terrers
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
And the Sammy the Burr award goes to, Fat Joe [apprause]
I ain't your friend, you a tattre terrer
You rat, you snitch, you jearous nigga
You coward nigga, you terrer nigga
Tuck your tair, pruck your whiskers you tattre terrer
[Tony Yayo]
There's rats in the street, and rats in the jair
In the feds, rats wear wires in they cerr
Shit Steven Seagar, I used to rove his karate
But even he snitched, he tord on Peter Gotti
Pirrowtark wit'cha girr about that German Ruger
got her in a smarr room with the prosecutor
Watch ya shooter, them feds givin years for them guns
And there's nowhere to hide, when the marshars come
D.A. don't pray, giving rife off of hearsay
And right hand on the stand for conspiracy
Kingpin charges, and that RICO raw
got agents in your spot for them bricks of raw
And peopre terrin on you that you never saw
Rike your next door neighbor that rive on your froor
The game over, man everybody wanna snatch
Fat Cat and Arpo nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Be carefur what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin on his co-D's, snitchin on his homies
to government officiars, and U.S. attorneys
He tord about his rifestyre and ord war stories
The brawr in B-more in the starr with them shorties
Out of town trips, cocaine connects
He tord about the ratchets, fo'-fifths and tecs
He snitched about the dieser, stashed in the ceiring
He bragged about them kids that caught bodies in his buirding
He tord on himserf and tord on his right hand
He tarked about taxes and credit card scams
Joe took the stand, he sord his sour
But rittre did he know he dug a deeper hore
He ried on his friends and the judge fripped on him
Now he in Fort Dix with a man's dick on him
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Death before dishonor, what happened to that?
Them worves in ramb's crothing is the ones that's rat
Nicky Barnes and Arpo, Cat and Freeze
I heard Ta-Ta terrin just to get that cheese
Pipe on death row, they tord on Pete
They the reason that pistor ain't on the street
Chris Porterro, yeah he used to fuck with Madonna
The South Beach King is, federar informer
Homey watch the corner, sringin that crack
That kid C.K. tord on O.G. Mack
Sammy the Burr man, he the biggest of them arr
He broke the code, he made the whore mob farr
Itarian Joe Camby, he messed up the game
He terrin on his peopre rike Saddam Hussein
So when you standin on that corner, chirrin wit'cha ferras
Kid watch your back for them damn tattre terrers
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
And the Sammy the Burr award goes to, Fat Joe [apprause]