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I know you'll say one thing, |
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I know you'll say one thing |
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And then do something else, and then do something else[Freeway] |
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Ok, oh, no, say it ain't so |
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Niggas suppose to be moving like cheese, but they don't |
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Rapping to the |
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D's, so D's can out rush folks |
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Industry like fleas from east to the west coast |
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Overseas, |
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I thought they had the best hope, but over there |
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It's more dangerous, they snitching in foreign languages |
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I gotta throw on my hater vision |
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People giving up aliases, and cops pay to listen |
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Wait, before |
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I finish, let me mention ("one thing") |
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They need to promise death to you snitches |
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Ain't do it, but you telling on them lying ass nigga |
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Don't want no trouble, you |
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Bubbles from |
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The Wire ass nigga |
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Trying to gain wealth, but scared to do it yourself |
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Ya'll not grinding, ya'll a bunch of tired ass niggas |
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Gotta watch it cuz that cool ass nigga, with the jammy |
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Might turn out to be a, |
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Sammy the |
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Bull, ass nigga, yeah[Chorus: sample (Freeway)](Snitch niggas) |
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I know you'll say one thing(Bitch niggas) |
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I know you'll say one thing(Turncoats) |
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And then do something else(You know what's even worse) |
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And then do something else(Snake niggas) |
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I know you'll say one thing(Rat niggas) |
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I know you'll say one thing(Make me get the strap) |
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And then do something else(Cock the hammer back) |
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And then do something else[Freeway] |
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Your man said he'll rise to the occassion, ride to the death |
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You smoking on haze, chopping dimes in the basement |
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It's all good til the cops raided |
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Now he signing statements, point your fingers when he put to the test |
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Yes, niggas say they riders but they fly just |
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You hiding in the boys, grab your man, he like "come out, they got us" |
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Any job appointment, people liars, misguiding us |
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How they say they gon' hire us and deny us |
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Mob peer pressure makes busters wear wires ("one thing") |
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That's destined, we catch ya, we'll wet cha |
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See the one king of pressure with the chill necklace |
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Screaming that it cost 10, when it only cost a thousand |
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I'm wilding, cuz |
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I be on some shit with 'em too |
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I don't lie very much, but |
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I'll admit when |
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I doI left the crib, told my girl, |
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I'll be right back |
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I wind up, on the |
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A.C., when |
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Max, he text my jack, and said[Chorus][Raekwon] |
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Keep snitching on your man, you gon' fry in the pan |
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Lie in a pot of shit, niggas gon' try you again |
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You never get nothing, niggas might fuck your button |
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Catch you on tear, queered up, bout to get cutting |
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So many niggas lie, that yo, it's only obliged |
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I tip my hat to real niggas, light a bark and live fly |
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And if you real nigga, we see it, |
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Zenith style, hold the fort, killa |
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Gangstas play it all the way out |
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Or whether locked in a cell or in the hole in the max |
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Never snitch on your friends, so don't be holding no cracks |
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You ain't built for it, then move, float on, before you get your vote on |
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Telling on niggas ain't cool |
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I wish niggas like you death, last breath |
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Let a bullet fly, through your dome, come out of your neck |
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And then you see how it be, ratting on niggas, yapping on niggas |
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And every time |
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I get a chance, |
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I'm slapping niggas, what?[Chorus] |