415 - Snitches & *****es Lyrics
[ JED ]Nigga what's upWhat?What's yo mutha*****in problem?- Better than sayin jackThey let me goYo mutha*****a, I don't wanna hear that weak shit- Nigga what?***** that, I don't wanna hear that weak shit,you old rat-infested goverment informant cheese-eatin ass son of a *****!You better have your vest on cause you 'bout to come up short( *shots* )[ VERSE 1: Richie Rich ]Caught a brother one day gettin out of a cop carI know there's more to come, but the few that have so farTalked to police about more than a court dateThey're victims of a certain situation I'll illustrateDay-to-day pigeons poppin all that junkAbout the dollars they makin, a half a ki in the trunkMobile phone in his lap and ten cars in the shopSellin more than coke and side orders of hopBut there's a catch to that, the boy wasn't preparedHe caught a case on a humbug, now he's scaredNo more hangin with the fellas drinkin gin and juiceHe's in a situation now where he can't be looseEverybody wears jailies and sleeps on bunksAnd it's easy to tell the men from the punksSo the ones who rhyme but run they mouths like *****esWants to hit the bullpen, they turn snitches[ JED ]That's why I don't ***** with these old soft ass niggas,out here runnin round here like they 187 artists.Killers don't talk!And these hoes supposed to be high roller ass niggas?Ain't that a *****!Everytime I look around instead of stickin to the rules of the game,they let circus asses makin decisions for themselves.[ Richie Rich ]Yeah, it's hard times, Young JED,but it goes a little somethin like this:[ VERSE 2: Richie Rich ]The game is hard as wood, the macks don't splinterBut yet and still trick-ass niggas wanna enterAnd with ballot in hand they rush to voteTo elect themselves into this game of dopeBut yo bro, the situation is realDon't slip in this game on a banana peelThere's a lot of brothers runnin around pluckin collarsStuck up due to the fact they got dollarsMost of em punks gettin marked by young *****esPut in the county, and the punks turn snitchesGiven a alias, now he's set freeOr offered his job to be an f-e-dI don't understand how a brother could turnHis cheek on another, homie, when will ya learn?The talkin to cops makes it ten times worseBut they keep on talkin, verse after verseWhy do brothers wanna hop in this game?Runnin around, they don't know the main frameAnd when they're caught, they get to talkin like PollyBut they don't want a cracker, just bumpin em, snitchinYou know what I mean?Now it's the high rollers and not the fiendsTake off the Rolex and park all the carsYou just a punk, yeah, you know who you areWhy did you get in the game if you wasn't equipped?So what you're havin money and your car is whipped?Keep talkin to police, then you're gonna get ???Cause you'se a punk in a city of players, you'se a stupid mutha*****a[ JED ]Double R..What's up with these old broke, bus ticket-type ass *****es out here, huh?Always tryin to get with a nigga with some mail..They need to get a mutha*****in j-o-b..Quit blowin up these niggas' beepers,old stankin ass mutha*****in *****es..Here's somethin I wanna tell all you hoes:***** you![ VERSE 3: Richie Rich ]Man, these hoes in the Town ain't shitCan't ***** with a nigga unless he's richSportin gold ones, man, tryin to make that mailHoe mopin and hopin that you would treat her to nailsHoe, I can't treat, nah, nah, it's '89Back in '87 when I was stuck to the grindMoney flowin like a river but hoe, I'm not trickinMy Zapco's hittin so hard, the light's clippinGirls on the bus stop, all of them coppin a pleaTo get with the man who slings dWhether ridin a 'Stang or a rag top BeamerThe h-o's want to get with who's cleanerSo boys from the O, all of those who make richesWhat do we do? Dog *****esKnockin and sockin is a everyday thingThe turfs and the side show is where the boys hangHoe on jock for a brother with a fadeSome zeniths, some vogues and the boy's got it madeAs she makes the block with a baby in a strollerHer only destination: to find a high rollerBut hoe get real, run and go get a jobCause if I ever come to snatch ya, I be ridin a mob( *horn honked* )[ woman ]Who is that?[ Richie Rich ]It's me, come on..[ woman ]Ah-ah, I didn't recognize you in that shit..Where your Mustang?[ Richie Rich ]Ain't that about a *****?These hoes out here think niggas gon' taxi em around on gold ones?Nah-nah, it's 1990, y'all hoes better ??? to these mutha*****in old schools*****, jump in the bucket..[ woman ]The door don't open..[ JED ]Double R, ***** that hoe!Tell her make like the mutha*****in Duke boys and crawl through the mutha*****in window(Snitches) (snitches) [fades](*****es) (*****es) [fades]
