Snitchn

Rap snitches telling all their business
Ending up in court to be their own star witness
Uhhh why you bitching
Uhhh why you bitching
Uhhh why you bitching
Bro, stop bitching

Bro, I felt em' switching on me
That's why they leaking out crimson
Body still twitchn'
Made it a hobby leaving chalk on the pavement
How's your day been? It's ok
Glad that you asked
I been trying to get this cash
Selling dime bags, it's been fast
Money coming in but it's hard to keep track
That piece on my hip done me bad
I mean, we was at the corner store
Trying to get some bread
And these motherfuckers rushed in pushing lead
You know that piggy face? Mister 12
Needless to say I got away but this white lady
Pulled out some mace
Trying to act all brave
Had to send her to her grave but it's been ok

Uhhh rap snitches telling all they business
Ending up in court to be they own star witness
Uhhh why you bitching
Uhhh why you bitching
Uhhh why you bitching
Bro, stop bitching, snitching



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Womer
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