Snitches & Bitches
Title | Snitches & Bitches |
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Artist | 415 |
Album | 41Fivin |
Release Date | 1990 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [JED] Nigga what's up What? What's yo muthafuckin' problem? - Better than sayin' jack They let me go Yo muthafucka, I don't wanna hear that weak shit - Nigga what? Fuck that, I don't wanna hear that weak shit You old rat-infested goverment informant cheese-eatin' ass son of a bitch! You better have your vest on 'cause you 'bout to come up short "No!" (*shots*) [Verse 1: Richie Rich] Caught a brother one day gettin' out of a cop car I know there's more to come, but the few that have so far Talked to police about more than a court date They're victims of a certain situation I'll illustrate Day-to-day pigeons poppin' all that junk About the dollars they makin', a half a ki in the trunk Mobile phone in his lap and ten cars in the shop Sellin' more than coke, and side orders of hop But there's a catch to that, the boy wasn't prepared He caught a case on a humbug, now he's scared No more hangin' with the fellas drinkin' gin and juice He's in a situation now where he can't be loose Everybody wears jailies, and sleeps on bunks And it's easy to tell, the men from the punks So the ones who rhyme but run they mouths like bitches Once they hit the bullpen, they turn snitches [JED] That's why I don't fuck with these old soft ass niggas Out here runnin' round here like they 187 artists Killers don't talk! And these hoes supposed to be high roller ass niggas? Ain't that a bitch! Everytime I look around instead of stickin' to the rules of the game They let circus asses makin' decisions for themselves [Richie Rich] Yeah, it's hard times, Young JED But it goes a little somethin' like this: You might also like[Verse 2: Richie Rich] The game is hard as wood, the macks don't splinter But yet and still trick-ass niggas wanna enter And with ballot in hand, they rush to vote To elect themselves into this game of dope But yo bro, the situation is real Don't slip in this game, on a banana peel There's a lot of brothers runnin' around pluckin' collars Stuck up due to the fact they've got dollars Most of them punks, gettin' marked by young bitches Put in the county, and the punks turn snitches Given a alias, now he's set free Or offered his job to be an f-e-d I don't understand how a brother could turn His cheek on another, homie, when will ya learn? The talkin' to cops, makes it ten times worse But they keep on talkin', verse after verse Why do brothers wanna hop in this game? Runnin' around, they don't know the main frame And when they're caught, they get to talkin' like Polly But they don't want a cracker, just bumpin' 'em, snitchin' You know what I mean? Now it's the high rollers and not the fiends Take off the Rolex, and park all the cars You just a punk, yeah, you know who you are Why did you get in the game, if you wasn't equipped? So what you're havin' money and your car is whipped? Keep talkin' to police, then you're gonna get ??? 'Cause you'se a punk in a city of players, you'se a stupid muthafucka [JED] Double R.. What's up with these old broke, bus ticket-type ass bitches out here, huh? Always tryin' to get with a nigga with some mail.. They need to get a muthafuckin' j-o-b.. Quit blowin' up these niggas' beepers Old stankin' ass muthafuckin' bitches.. Here's somethin' I wanna tell all you hoes: Fuck you! [Verse 3: Richie Rich] Man, these hoes in the Town ain't shit Can't fuck with a nigga, unless he's rich Sportin' gold ones, man, tryin' to make that mail Hoe mopin' and hopin' that you would treat her to nails Hoe, I can't treat, nah, nah, it's '89 Back in '87, when I was stuck to the grind Money flowin' like a river but hoe, I'm not trickin' My Zapco's hittin' so hard, the light's clippin' Girls on the bus stop, all of them coppin' a plea To get with the man who slangs d Whether ridin' a 'Stang, or a rag top Beamer The h-o's want to get, with who's cleaner So boys from the O, all of those who make riches What do we do? Dog bitches Knockin' and sockin', is a everyday thing The turfs and the side show, is where the boys hang Hoe on jock for a brother with a fade Some zeniths, some vogues and the boy's got it made As she makes the block, with a baby in a stroller Her only destination: to find a high roller But hoe get real, run and go get a job 'Cause if I ever come to snatch ya, I be ridin' a mob (*horn honked*) [woman] Who is that? [Richie Rich] It's me, come on.. [woman] Ah-ah, I didn't recognize you in that shit.. Where your Mustang? [Richie Rich] Ain't that about a bitch? These hoes out here think niggas gon' taxi 'em around on gold ones? Nah-nah, it's 1990, y'all hoes better get woke to these muthafuckin' old schools Bitch, jump in the bucket.. [woman] The door don't open.. [JED] Double R, fuck that hoe! Tell her make like the muthafuckin' Duke boys and crawl through the muthafuckin' window (Snitches) (snitches) [fades] (Bitches) (bitches) [fades] |