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    [Intro: Obie Trice + (Eminem) {Akon}]
    (Yeah,haha haha SHADY)
    {Convict Music}
    (Guess who's back)
    Still here, haters
    {Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah}
    Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?
    Whatcha gonna do?
    {Take em on back to the street}

    [Chorus: Akon]
    I keep the 40 cal on my side,
    Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster,
    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

    [Obie Trice]
    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 resevoir dogs
    You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable
    When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho

    No ex and oh's, tex calicos
    Aim at your chest nicca


    [Obie Trice]
    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 in 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
    Mean time 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 Pos 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



    [Obie Trice]
    Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full
    So he move to a rural area to keep cool
    They 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 get it eventually
    No penitentary, there will be no climincy
    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 your living
    This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is
    Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it
    Along with em and then snitch and become hidden



    [Obie Trice]
    You rat bastard

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