Dame Grease - Everybody Wanna Rat lyrics

Artist: The Lox Album: Money, Power, and Respect Song: Everybody Wanna Rat [Sheek] Uh, yo, yo Hey Yo it's f**ed up, in the right hand Flash his badge with his left hand On some Donnie Brascoe sh**, forget about it Made men, should hang with made men Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in It be your girl in the palor, talking like sh** rich And next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy's b**h Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speaking Not knowing, she being, followed, on the decan n***as talk to feds like, it's a sport Lord forbid the head n***a get caught And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought I watch the n***a with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt Next week he outside front, how he get out? Now that's guapo n***a ?? his family talk ?? Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy sh** Thinking you threw with the feds and all that That's when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the cops Brick fumblers who just want a n***a popped But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark CHORUS [Jadakiss] Yo it's like that cha'll (that cha'll) Time to stack ya'll (stack ya'll) Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll (wanna rat cha'll) And it don't even matter where you at cha'll (where you at cha'll) When the feds come and get you that's that cha'll (that's that cha'll) [Repeat] [Styles] Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demo Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel Rat, talking to the cops like that On a 3-4 P you can't cop like that You ain't have a chance, fly from Japan Talk to the judge, get you out the can My man had the same case (that's my word) Spent three years in the same place, He still there Came down for a pill, it was still real there Money came between us, know you seen us Move like the teamsters in the beamers Get blacked down and hit the cleaners The feds know everything, who bled and everything Before we got red, honeys giving us head Herion and guns is on the files of Styles But they came in the crib, lifting the towel Heard the sergent scream out "start stripping the child" And they blew down the door ?? snitching involved Wonder who? A boss, or a n***a under you Probably figure it out, when you sit for one or two Six months in bail, is how you catch a snail Moving real slow, tryin to steal dough CHORUS [Jadakiss] There's 3 sides to a story, mines yours and the truth What you talk for? They ain't even had no proof But you play this street business, all in the street To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week What you expect? Messing with the guard so tough f** calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up Your hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up Now 23 hours a day you locked up Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up By some cat you supposed that shot up Man enough to eat steak wit em, get cake em But you scared to go upstate wit em Where you going, you won't get good sleep no more See the street no more, or skeet no more Ride around in the P, with the heat no more From top to not even on your feet no more 'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind Since they giving out jerseys, get on line For your football numbers, wanna take us all under What happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbers I don't think so, I don't think so either But he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ?? CHORUS to fade