STOP SNITCHING (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Rakim Mayers

Composed by：Rakim Mayers

Boy this how rich niggas livin' everything cost too much

Boy this how rich niggas livin' everything cost too much

Drop-top Benz with all my pendants

Middle finger up never pointin' with my index

'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin'

Won't drop a dime do my time standin' on the business

Uh yeah boy

Uh

Everything cost too much

It cost

My niggas we ball too much

We ball

These neighbors they saw too much

They saw

Quit snitchin' they call too much

They callin'

Look these bitches they talk too much like such-and-such

Uh-huh

Real niggas they keep in touch

Uh-huh

Lil' nigga think he can't be touched

Uh-uh

Lil' homie from around the way

Got locked up like the other day

Right

Quiet type almost sold his life

All a sudden got somethin' to say

Caught a case and did a deal with Satan

Got extorted he was givin' payments

Now he in the office givin' statements

Shh

Plus some people got him on the tape

Ooh

Did some shit then he told

Boy

Did a bid now he grown

Boy

Came home he a clone

Boy

Now his life I don't even know

Boy

Not a visit not a call

Boy

The feds were listenin' all along

Boy

Self-snitchin' on a song

Boy

They was tappin' on his phone

What?

These days these niggas from a different school

These days these young niggas make snitchin' cool

Youngins play by different rules look uh

I'm from where niggas talk and get physical

Niggas shoot and get critical

When niggas die it get biblical

YGs to OGs stay the fuck up off the interviews

You was just on Say Cheese talkin' like interrogation room

RICOs for the whole team

Yeah

You was throwin' up the big B's

Your partner do the big C's now you servin' fifteen

Gucci jeans with the stones

Like the old Jim Jones

Uh

Been did Rick did Chrome

Yeah

We was so thin back then just skin and bones

Uh

Look how much we grown

Yeah

We done been through it all

All

To the end from the start let's go

Oohwee

These niggas talkin' too much

He get to tellin' when my people sellin'

Now we gotta slide in the truck

Uh-huh

He got the package it's jumpin' it's brackin'

The junkies is buyin' it up

Okay

Customers linin' it up we blowin' 'za in the tux'

Oohwee

Your baby daddy sit down when he piss

Most of these rappers is bitch-made

All up in Harlem Colombian bitch under her tongue a big blade

How could you snitch on your brother

When that was the person that's keepin' your rent paid?

Lemonade Cadillac big laid I bought the V on Wednesday

Rrr too many horses in here

Sleepin' with women from Texas to London

It's too many choices in here

She got two million for leavin' her husband

I got a divorce in my ear

My ear

Just yesterday feel asleep in the 'Rari

My bitch got a Porsche in the rear for real

Buddy a fabric a softener

What?

Niggas'll lie to they mama and daddy

But go tell the truth to an officer

Don't be surprised when you coughin' up

Flip on the splatt then we offin' him

He tried to move out the country

I don't even think they like rats in Yuskavia

Stay away from the streets 'cause it's mafias

Drop-top Benz with all my pendants

Middle finger up never pointin' with my index

'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin'

Won't drop a dime do my time standin' on the business

Uh yeah boy

Uh

Gucci jeans with the stones

Like the old Jim Jones

Uh

Been did Rick did Chrome

Yeah

We was so thin back then just skin and bones

Uh

Look how much we grown

Yeah

We done been through it all

All

To the end from the start let's go