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Everybody Wanna Rat Lyrics - Singles - The Lox

Hey yo, it's fucked up, in your right hand 

Flash his badge with his left hand on some Donnie Brascoe shit 

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 parlor, talking like shit rich 

And next to her, gettin' her nails done is your enemy's bitch 

Now you stuck 'cuz she in there, leaking, speaking 

Not knowing, she being followed on the decan 

 

Niggas talk to feds like, it's a sport 

Lord, forbid the head nigga get caught 

And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought 

I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt 

 

Next week he outside front, how he get out? 

Now that's guapo, nigga moved his family talk [Incomprehensible] 

Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit 

Thinking that you threw with the feds and all that 

 

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That's when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped 

I stay clear to mumblers who mumble to the cops 

Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped 

But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark 

 

Yo, it's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all 

Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll 

And it don't even matter where you at cha'll 

When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll 

 

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all 

Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll 

And it don't even matter where you at cha'll 

When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll 

 

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 

 

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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 

Feds know everything, who bled and everything 

 

Before we got red, honey's giving us head 

Heroin 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 [Incomprehensible] snitching involved 

Wonder who? A boss, or a nigga 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 

 

Yo, it's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all 

Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll 

And it don't even matter where you at cha'll 

When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll 

 

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all 

Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll 

And it don't even matter where you at cha'll 

When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll 

 

Lies to the story, mine's 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 

Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up 

Your hands, your 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 [Incomprehensible] 

 

Yo, it's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all 

Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll 

And it don't even matter where you at cha'll 

When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll 

 

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all 

Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll 

And it don't even matter where you at cha'll 

When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll 

 

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all 

Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll 

And it don't even matter where you at cha'll 

When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll 

 

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all 

Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll 

And it don't even matter where you at cha'll 

When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll 

 

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all 

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