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Daz Dillinger and JT the Bigga Figga - Snitchaz (Hidden Track)

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Shit, how man of y`all niggas out there know snitches
Shit, I know this one snitch know what I mean
Snitched on everybody, got everybody caught up
In some shit he ain`t even have to open his mouth to
So now he gotta die, ha ha

[Verse 1]
Fo` fo` and 357 they cocked and ready
Switchblades, machetes they chop down the fetti
Shit get heavy, knew a nigga name Shawn
Who snitched on everybody so he dropped a dime
Told him about the murders and robberies
Snitchin` and tellin` about some real niggas
Who done pulled the trigger
Now the whole hood`s up for grabs
Stab niggas in the back now he`s out for Daz
Ha, dude say my name don`t discuss my business
Around this nigga he`ll rat, get capped for that
So we plot and plan the murder to kill a man
So I guess the man`s fate lies in my hand
I pull a pin back and the nigga get hauled off
Blew his fuckin` brains off, twelve gauge sawed-off
One wish you could die for this
Niggas 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, shit get deep, niggas 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 niggas they playin` possum
Grimey ones, scope niggas for all they shiney ones
Comin` out they glove or they jacket with a tiny gun
Frontin` for some project hoes
Playas keep ya jewels tucked when ya come through scuff
Niggas 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 nigga
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 shit 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
Nigga you should be ashamed the way ya usin` ya name
Puttin` black eyes in the game
You should be out of the game
Nigga it`s snitches everywhere I look ain`t shit changed

[Verse 4]
Now feel the motherfuckin` vibe as I burst the flames
They on this shit 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 ass will hate
But that`s great cause niggas that`s fake we assassinate
Graduated and got infatuated with the click though
A wiseman turned schizo and get low

[Chorus x4]

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