[Production by Buckwild]
[Cormega]
Your depiction of a thug n***a, is fiction
Your words hung my n***a lines were drawn
You sided with the judge I ain't a hater
I don't love squellers thats me
You have the audacity to talk like you real
n***a you fold under pressure, my life is real
You sold your soul to detectives I could get you murdered
But you dying a slow d**h denying you told yet
The truth came to light you a fake n***a
You helped the D.A.'s case my n***a
f** your life I hate the side of your face n***a
Only a fake n***a would respect you
You went against the cause and signed papers
The signatures yours thats that bullsh** pardon me
?Sammy the bullsh**? take the stand betraying the fam
Should have kept it real you put your fate in ya hand
I guess thats the way it was planned
(Hook) [Cormega]
There's a a thin line between love and hate and you crossed it
You had respect around the way and you lost it
If a coward dies a thousand d**hs how you gon' live?
n***a you get no love
[Cormega]
d**h before dishonor
You sacrificed your breath so respect a n***a power in jail
I get you hit up in the shower
I'm a real n***a I walk the streets with pride
I'm the truth, you living a lie
You a part-time prosecuter, full time ?hosa?
I right rhymes with great'ness you write statements n***a
And think the streets don't know
Tssk, yo it was all good just a week ago
How could you live with being the D.A.'s witness
And knowing ya names a**ociated with snitches
You could pray for forgiveness I'mma fact you a stool pigeon
Ain't nothing you can do n***a, might I mention
Only a b**h would snitch to get a lighter sentence
Take it like a man n***a like official prints and cornbread n***a
I'm a warrior you deserve a bullet in ya head n***a
(Hook)
[Cormega]
Uhh, I'm tired of you coming through like snitching justifiable
I once admired you, you rap ba*tard
Ain't no need to explain you not my man
Everytime you give me five I wash my hands
What n***a, M-E-G-A b**h tell the D.A. bricks
I move in three days not including the grindin
What polluted ya mind was it alluded time
My words are exalted yours ruin lives
You a disgrace to ya race I'm true to mine
All my doggs doing time, know before I side with the law
I rather ride with the fours and deprive you of your, coward exsistence
You probably send ya momma to prison to beat a sentence b*tch!
(Hook)