Obie Trice - Snitch lyrics

[Intro: Obie Trice, Akon & Eminem] [Akon:] Konvict [Eminem] Shady [Akon:] Konvict Muzik [Eminem:] Guess who's back? [Obie Trice:] Still here, haters [Akon:] Akon and Obie Trice, yeah [Obie Trice:] Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? [Akon:] Take 'em all back to the streets [Hook: Akon] I keep the .40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mindstate of a mobster See a n***a pa** 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 And pray I don't face you, yeah [Verse 1: Obie Trice] It's risky, the b**h tend to rise out a n***a It's history, snitch, who decided he's a member? Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say he lay it down for the boy Brought game squad around ours 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-Ray's Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war Knowing not to cross those Reservoir Dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable? When we invest in team, it's to the d**h for sho' No X and O's; TEC's, Calico's aimed at your chest, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Obie Trice] We started out as a crew, when one speak, it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Reconnaissance when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners, sellin' like anything on us Knowing Heaven has shown us being devil's minors But that ain't got sh** to do with the tea in China We gon keep the grind up 'til d**h come find us Meantime leaning in them European whips reclined up It's eye for an eye for the riders We ain't trying to get locked up, we sole survivors Po-pos is cowards, it's no you, it's ours We vowed this, mixing yayo with soda powder Who would've known he would fold and cower? Once the captain showed he sold to Old McDonald So it's no X and O's; TEC's, Calico's aimed at your chest, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Obie Trice] Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game fooled So he move to a rural area to keep cool They snitchin' on a snitch now, it's nothin' to tell Nowadays, your circle should be small as hell Ain't trying to meet new faces, this don't interest me Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually No penitentiary, there will be no clemency You will meet the Lord, snitch, in giving 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 snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin' This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map It is forbidden to send a n***a to prison if you been in it along with 'em, then snitch and become hidden So it's no X and O's; TEC's, Calico's aimed at your chest, n***a [Hook] [Outro: Obie Trice] You rat ba*tard!