Snitch Lyrics - Second Round's On Me - Obie Trice

Convict 

Shady 

Convict music 

Guess who's back 

Still we here, haters 

A-Tan and Obie, Trice 

Yeah 

Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? 

Whatcha gonna do? 

Take 'em all back to the street 

I keep the 40 cal on my side 

Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster 

You see a nigga pass by 

Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya 

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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, pray I don't lace you, yeah 

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 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 foniness 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 

Photos 

You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable 

When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho' 

No X and Os, Tex Calicos 

Aim at your chest nicca 

I keep the 40 cal on my side 

Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster 

You see a nigga pass 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, pray, I don't lace you, yeah 

We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest 

Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's 

Recondences when we peep enemies on us 

Been on these corners, sellin' like anything on us 

Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors 

That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China 

We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us 

Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up 

It's an eye for an eye for the riders 

We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors 

Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours 

We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder 

Who woulda known he would fold and cower 

Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds 

So no X's and O's, Tex Calicos 

Aim at your chest nicca 

I keep the 40 cal on my side 

Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster 

You see a nigga pass 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, pray, I don't lace you, yeah 

Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full 

So he move to a rural area to keep cool 

He snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell 

Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell 

Ain't tryin' 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 lowest 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 snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin' 

This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map 

It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it 

Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden 

So it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos 

Aim at your chest nicca 

I keep the 40 cal on my side 

Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster 

You see a nigga pass 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, pray, I don't lace you, yeah 

You rat bastard