Sean T - Snitchaz (Hidden Track) lyrics

sh**, how man of y'all n***as out there know snitches sh**, I know this one snitch know what I mean Snitched on everybody, got everybody caught up In some sh** he ain't even have to open his mouth to So now he gotta die, ha ha [Verse 1] Fo' fo' and 357 they co*ked and ready Switchblades, machetes they chop down the fetti sh** get heavy, knew a n***a name Shawn Who snitched on everybody so he dropped a dime Told him about the murders and robberies Snitchin' and tellin' about some real n***as Who done pulled the trigger Now the whole hood's up for grabs Stab n***as in the back now he's out for Daz Ha, dude say my name don't discuss my business Around this n***a he'll rat, get capped for that So we plot and plan the murder to k** a man So I guess the man's fate lies in my hand I pull a pin back and the n***a get hauled off Blew his f**in' brains off, twelve gauge sawed-off One wish you could die for this n***as die for, the die for this [Chorus (With "Snitches"being whispered in the background) x2] Which way did he run Little did they know he was gonna get this gun Livin' life for the fun [Verse 2] In the street, sh** get deep, n***as compete To put heads to sleep, just watch all the beef All the creep when the money get took It's on the book, ain't no comeback when O's get cooked They say who done that, the mystery Hoes involved who tried to ball Who caught the shot in the pen and made em' take a fall This a no-brainers, seeds get planted and they blossom Big smiles and hugs n***as they playin' possum Grimey ones, scope n***as for all they shiney ones Comin' out they glove or they jacket with a tiny gun Frontin' for some project hoes Playas keep ya j**els tucked when ya come through scuff n***as snitches [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] It's snitches everywhere I look from Alabama to the West Keepin' Tha Commissiona stressed for scrilla Stuck for the rest of ya life n***a Livin' the rest of ya life misunderstood Not knowin' ya friend is ya foe I seen it before in the ghetto where they will pack metal Ghetto kids watch tv with only five channels Caught in this slum life I'm abortin' this sh** for the real and fake Rich and the broke, man now a days ya just can't cope Take the whole world for a joke And at the end of ya rope I spooted you many times on blocks sellin' dope I done hoped and bubbled on top, richer than Bob Hope Takin' a leave when I see it in ya eyes As you approach in a doja cloud Tryin' to hustle up for a smoke n***a you should be ashamed the way ya usin' ya name Puttin' black eyes in the game You should be out of the game n***a it's snitches everywhere I look ain't sh** changed [Verse 4] Now feel the motherf**in' vibe as I burst the flames They on this sh** worldwide The whole world was tight on slang Sell rhymes like the undergrounds of caine When I'm deliverin' pain, fatal lyrics to ya brain I will train ya mind and design ya with sights to see the real No appeals, you in the world with lots to live for real I feel it'll probably be a thrill, with a couple of mill With a Lex on twenty inch chets for me to wheel But I'd rather have a couple of mill Break the fam straight and leave em' with a spot in the hills The deal is sealed Still I hustle hard cause the cash is straight Complete the album, gon' let the streets blast the tape Stashed away, I no they phony a** will hate But that's great cause n***as that's fake we a**a**inate Graduated and got infatuated with the click though A wiseman turned schizo and get low [Chorus x4]