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Snitch Feat Akon and Eminem – Obie Trice Lyrics

Lyrics of Snitch Feat Akon and Eminem – Obie Trice

Snitch Feat Akon and Eminem – Obie Trice

(Yeah, SHADY)
{Convict Music}
(Guess who’s back)
Still here, haters
{Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah}
What cha gonna do it with it, A?
What cha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the streets}

Chorus: Akon
I keep the 40 cal on my side
Stepping with the mind state of the mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
Anything you need, believe me, I’m gone lace you
Just don’t whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I don’t lace you, yeah

Obie Trice
It’s risky, the b!tch tend to rise out a nigga
It’s history, Snitch, who decided he’s a member
Once he got pinched, coincided with law
Same homies 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 resevoir dogs
You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable
When we invest in team, it’s to the death fo sho
No ex and oh’s, tex calicos
Aim at your chest nicca


Obie Trice
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, selling like anything on us
Knowing heaven has shown us being devil’s minors
That ain’t got sh!t to do with the tea in China
We gone keep the grind up till death come find us
Meanwhile 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 Pose is cowards, there’s no you, it’s ours
We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder
Who would a known he would fold and cower
Once the captain showed, he sold whole Mc Donalds
So no exs and ohs, tex calicos
Aim at your chest nicca


Obie Trice
Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull’s got the game full
So he move to a rural area to keep cool
He snitching on a snitch now, there’s nothing to tell
Nowadays, your circles 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 penitentary, there will be no climacy
You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century
These cats is rats now, the streets need decone
That’s how they react now, weak when the heat’s on em
Stop snitching, you asked for the life your living
This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is
Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it
Along with em and then snitch and become hidden
So it’s no exs and ohs, techs calicos
Aim at your chest nicca


Obie Trice
You rat bastard