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Guess who s back
Still we here, haters
A-Tan and Obie, Trice
Yeah
Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
Take em all back to the street

I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mind state of the mobster
You see a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya

Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I m gon lace you
Just don t whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I don t lace you, yeah

It s risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga
It s history, Snitch, who decided he s a member
Once he got pinched, coincided with law
Same homie 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 Reservoir Dogs

You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable
When we invest in team, it s to the death fo sho
No X and Os, Tex Calicos
Aim at your chest nicca

I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mind state of the mobster
You see a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya

Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I m gon lace you
Just don t whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray, I don t lace you, yeah

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, sellin like anything on us

Knowing heaven has shown us being devil s minors
That ain t got shit to do with the tea in China
We gon keep the grind up til death come find us
Meantime leanin 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 Po s is cowards, there s no you, it s ours
We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder

Who woulda known he would fold and cower
Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds
So no X s and O s, Tex Calicos
Aim at your chest nicca

I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mind state of the mobster
You see a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya

Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I m gon lace you
Just don t whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray, I don t lace you, yeah

Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull s got the game full
So he move to a rural area to keep cool
He snitchin on a snitch now, there s nothin to tell
Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell

Ain t tryin to meet new faces, this don t interest me
Even if we bubble slow, we ll get it eventually
No penitentiary, there will be no clemency
You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century

These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
That s how they react now, weak when the heat s on em
Stop snitchin , you asked for the life you re livin
This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map

It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you ve been in it
Along with em and then snitch and become hidden
So it s no X s and O s, Tex Calicos
Aim at your chest nicca

I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mind state of the mobster
You see a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya

Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I m gon lace you
Just don t whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray, I don t lace you, yeah

You rat bastard
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