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(feat. South Park Mexican) [Chorus x2: Rasheed] Youse a snitch, a stone cold bitch Given up ya homies ya went to school with There's too many rats, and not enough cheese With friends like that we don't need enemies [Verse 1: Rasheed] Youse a snitch A motherfuckin' rat Barkin' at ya dog so that makes you a cat PUSSY informant Turned dormant Cause ya got caught in hard rain pourin' Feds buggin' my bed now instead of me sleepin' I'm hearin' quiet beepin' Watchin' little lights bleepin' Stakeout while they eat Chinese takeout Makin' out my house Cause I'm quiet as a mouse I make em sit there 'till they shit in they pants Patiently waitin' for the chance to advance You hot on the streets You gotta mad mob that wanna greet ya Alotta nine millimeters that a love to meet ya SongtexteTo each his own But homey you done crossed the line So now the soldiers wanna put some holes in ya mind Stroll down the line hall in the county jail Lyin' tellin' everybody you made bell [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] This is the evil that men do Befriend you Snitchin' in the free world Snitchin' in the pen too You said you would be loyal to the end fool But now you in the hole And I aint got a hand to lend you It hurts my heart To see you get ripped apart In South Park We keep shit in the dark But you spread light to alotta dopehouses Told em ounces is why my Cadillac bounces That arouses killas in my outfit Luckily I took the jeys out my dad's couches I lick my lips when they say ya name I can taste the bitch that aint Mary Jane That same nigga that you said you bossed around Be the same niggas that gone out you in the lost and found [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Rasheed] You 52K locked in protected custody Federal facility doin' ya time in luxury If it was up to me I put a slump in ya company In state penitentiary ya catch a humpin' G Word in the barrio Ya partna got doe Friens of yours "Oh ya that nigga gots to go!" How did the pig now the kilo was in the door? When did he see me and what the hell he stop me for? It's evident ya turnin' evidence for your liberty Only cause you couldn't finish your delivery Sickin' to see the face of a false G Visit ya lady while ya squabble in the county Apparently the mob got the clearance Without no interference To cause your dissapperance I bet you thought Uncle Sam really gave a fuck Now you stuck Wrapped up like a chuck [Chorus: x2] Aus Songtexte Mania