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  • Informações do Álbum In My Ghetto
    1. Cross Da Line
    2. On My Trail
    3. U Like My Swagga
    4. Work It
    5. What' Cha Gone Do
    6. Snitch
    7. Neva 4 Get Me
    8. Hustler
    9. On The Block
    10. Kalifornia
    11. Ride On 'Em
    12. Private
    13. Someone
    14. I Promise
    15. Watch Out Now

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    [Akon]
    Convict Convict

    [Eminem]
    YEAHHH (YEAHHH)
    HAHA (HAHA)
    SHADY (SHADY)

    [Akon]
    Convict Music

    [Eminem]
    GUESS WHO'S BACK

    [Obie Trice]
    Still here haters

    [Akon]
    Akon and Obie... *Trice*
    Yeaah

    [Obie Trice]
    Whatchu gonna do with it A?
    Whatchu gonna do?

    [Akon]
    Take 'em on back to the street

    [Chrous: Akon]
    I keep the 40 cal on my side
    Steppin with the mindstate of a 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 face you, Yeah


    [Verse 1: Obie Trice]
    It's risky, the bitch tenderize outta nigger
    His history's snitch, who decided he's a member?
    Once he got pitched, coincided with law
    Same homie say he lay it down for the bar
    Brought gang squad around Oz
    How could it be?
    Been homies since superman draws
    Only phoniness never came to par
    He had us, a true neighborhood actor
    Had his back with day's, now we see through him like X-Rays
    Cuffed in that Adam car, no matter his loss
    We at 'em, it's war
    Knowin not to cross those reservoir dogs
    You help to plant seeds, just to be a vegetable?
    When we invest in team, its to the death for sho'
    No X and O's, tex calicos
    Aim at your chest nigga

    [Chorus: Akon]
    I keep the 40 cal on my side
    Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
    You see a nigga pass by
    Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
    Got glocks for sale, redtops for sale
    Anything that you need, believe me I'm gon' lace you
    Just dont, whatever you do, snitch
    Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, Yeah

    [Verse 2: Obie Trice]
    We started out as a crew, when one speak, it's all honest
    Private conferences when we eat, benihana's
    Recondences when we peep enemies on us
    Been in these corners
    Sellin' like anything on us
    Knowing heaven'll shun us being devil's miners
    But that ain't got shit to do with the tea in China
    We gon' keep the grind up till death can find us
    Mean time, leanin in them European whips reclined up
    It's eye for an eye for the riders
    We ain't trying to get locked up, we Soul Survivors
    Po Po's is cowards, its no you, its 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
    No X and O's, tex calicos
    Aim at your chest nigga

    [Chorus: Akon]
    I keep the 40 cal on my side
    Steppin with the mindstate of a 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 dont, whatever you do, snitch
    Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, Yeah

    [Verse 3: Obie Trice]
    Nowadays, Sammy the Bull's, got the game full
    So he moved to a rural area to keep cool
    They snitchin on the snitch now, it's nothing to tell
    Nowadays your circle should be small as hell
    Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me
    Even if we bubble slow, we get it eventually
    No penitentiary, there'll be no clemency
    You will meet the lord snitchin, given us a century
    These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
    Thats how they react now, weak, when the heat's on them
    Stop snitchen, you asked for the life you live in
    It's act is not permitted, no where on the map
    It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison
    If you've been in it along with 'em
    And then snitchen become hidden
    So it's no X and O's, this is how it goes
    aim at your chest nigga

    [Chorus: Akon]
    I keep the 40 cal on my side
    Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
    You see a nigga pass by
    Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
    Got glocks for sale, drop tops for sale
    Anything that you need, believe me I'm gon' lace you
    Just dont, whatever you do, snitch
    Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't face you, Yeah

    [Obie Trice]
    You rat bastard! (bastard)

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