Tripilation,nigga. Man, Young Ced on a beat. Whatch these snitches mane. (HOOD RICH)
feat. Project Pat
Chorus (Juicy J) These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from X2
(DJ SCREAM HIT IN DA STREETZ) (Juicy J Verse One) Nigger stuck off in the fare, fucking with them bricks His partners put them laws on him, over a bitch These pussy niggas scared, don’t wanna take they charge They swear they hard but they soft in cotton balls Real niggers go to jail and don’t tell them nothing, true Do that time, come back home then get back to hustling We got everything for sale, but the kitchen sink Keep my eyes on you snakes, I don’t even blink Boy you scared, you gonna tell them white folks everything, yes sir To cut your time, you gonna give up errybody name(pussy) Snitching nigger you ain’t straight, them folks gonna find you dead Cut your tongue, gut your mouth then put one in your head
Chorus (Juicy J) These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from X2
(Project Pat Verse Two) The bigger the gun, the bigger the skull The bigger the hole for doc to put Hole in your head, I put you to sleep Body not found, mama gon’ weep Drop in the down then run in your mouth Nowhere to run then in the south Meet me round i talkin the phone, goons and out burnin the south She squeal like a pig,i buck your wheel Baking smokin like a cigare,blowing on kush and sipping on hen Forgive me father for your sin Nigga roll in up again,convicted felon back in the pen Pistol in face he,he thoughts thats legate,he gone for 12 i gone for 10 Shootin them balls,they know im a boss Looking for bread, he know that’s a loss My cross is comin except my dellin,separete now im goin to killin Pay the car,that what you living Behind them bars, now you gon’ squeal. You playin da streetz,we playin for real Jail don't will,swallow that pill.
Chorus (Juicy J) These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from X2
(Dricky Graham Verse Three) Prime time snitching lies, got line twistin gas Take the click to make them flake No blind sign in district nas Trying to dodge prison time, all the time flishin by,smithin us (BOW BOW BOW) If you mention mines one,put you in dat skull, two clack and get smoke three screw good you up and put your body in an envelope Four singin your folks thats your head hanging in these gatz Now you linkin,body stinking in da fair ass truck ANd that fair pressure, makes the snitches wanna rolls you They start drop it down,like they callin Mr.Tobuge God is my witness man I swear to tell the whole truth Where im form,we gets it don'ing like we didn't know dude
Chorus (Juicy J) These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from X2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
