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Spice 1 lyrics Snich Killas lyrics FUCK THESE SNITCHES! Spoken: ";Yeah, you know. Cause all I'm here to do is watch my ass. Know what I'm sayin'? That ain't my dope, that's Chico's dope. You know what I'm sayin'? So what type of witness protection program you got for me?"; Chorus: You keep tellin' all these coppers I'm gonna hurt you 'till you bleed All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name Tell them po-po all your business get you caught up in the game Fuck these snitches! Verse 1: We got your partner in there since you was at the crime That's how they get you to squeal, them motherfucker's lyin' Nigga, stick with the program and you gonna be all right But if you tell them I did it, I'm stickin' your ass tonight They sayin' ";six people saw ya"; but I ain't sayin' shit 'till I meet with my lawyer Blowin' smoke up my ass cause if I have to blast I'm mobbin' the fuck out tha murder scene with the hockey mask Lookin' like Jason while them cops is chasin' me Behind the wheel buckin', facin' L-I-F-E Hittin' corners bailin', fish tailin' to the left I heard the motherfuckin' blast shatter out the back They wanna screw me, do me and have me fucked up Put a young G in the system and have me sucked up In the prison block but I ain't goin' there So if you tell on me nigga, you be my hoe in there See I do dirt all up on my lonely cause niggas phoney Givin' up the info on murders and snitchin' on they homies Puttin' lead up in these loud mouth bitch niggas So say what up to the motherfuckin' snitch killa CHORUS Verse 2: See, where I'm from motherfuckas live and let die Snitch killa, the real nigga S-P-I I'm droppin' shells on a bitch See they do a lick with a nigga and get him tellin' and shit I can't stand it when a nigga think he sick in the game Tell everybody who be gafflin' for some bitches and fame I'm gonna blast in the window, indo jack Got me puttin' snitches up on they motherfuckin' back Puttin' hollow up in your head, runnin' in your home Leave these motherfuckers sleepin' with their house lights on Finna kill this snitch ass nigga before my homie go to court We tied him to the back of a motherfuckin' super sport Doin' donuts with his ass tied to the back of the car Bringin' them terror, the burier, coffin carrier See niggas die when they testify You better get your punk ass up there and straight lie They caught your ass up in the hooptie with 3 ki's Now you out on bail and all you gave 'em was 2 g's You ain't playin' nobody, go get your vest nigga Be on the look out for the motherfuckin' snitch killa CHORUS Spoken: ";Like I was sayin' mister ociffer. You know what I'm sayin'? I can tell you where he keep his dope. I can tell you where he stay. I can tell you where he get his braids done."; Verse 3: Niggas be talkin' upon that straight killa He ain't in jail cause he snitched on that other nigga Now his freedom is gone and you can count on it If you ever in Quentin you gonna be tagged snitch They gonna have to seperate the men from the women A lot of snitches in the pen turn straight feminine and get they ass took See, only real niggas slide with us You gonna be snitchin' motherfucker you can't ride with us Because we sure to do some heavily incriminating shit Like pullin' licks and pushin' chickens for the fuck of it Ain't no tellin' in my crew cause everybody guilty of somethin' That's why we wound up, we all dumpin' And the nigga who don't blast, he get sucked and swallowed Threw out the hooptie when it's still rollin' He ain't dead yet but if he tattle on a nigga He gotta tangle with this motherfuckin' snitch killa CHORUS Spoken: ";Ok now mister ociffer, now what it gonna be? You know what I'm sayin'? I gotta get up on outta here, know what I'm sayin. I need a house in the Bahamas, you know what I'm sayin', you know I got two kids. You know I just wanna be protected in this motherfucker. You know what I'm sayin'? Can I get this on paper? It's like I was just tryin' to watch my ass. You know what I'm sayin', like I was safe."; ";NO!"; ";Shit! Damn! I just wanna be protected in this motherfucker. Shit! I didn't do it, Spice did everything."; Other Spice 1 lyrics: In My Neighborhood lyrics Money Gone lyrics Peace to My Nine lyrics Young Nigga lyrics Welcome to the Ghetto lyrics City Streets lyrics 1-900-Spice lyrics Dumpin' Em In Ditches lyrics 187 He Wrote lyrics Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist) lyrics 380 On That Ass lyrics Mo' Mail lyrics Runnin?Out Da Crackhouse lyrics Trigga Gots No Heart lyrics Trigga Happy lyrics RIP lyrics 1990-Sick ( Kill 'Em All) lyrics Dirty Bay lyrics Mind of a Sick Nigga lyrics Drama lyrics Mobbin' lyrics Sucka Ass Niggas lyrics 1-800 (Str8 from the Pen) lyrics Ain't No Love lyrics Funky Chickens lyrics Can U Feel It lyrics 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All) lyrics Tha Thug in Me lyrics I'm High lyrics Recognize Game lyrics Playa Man lyrics Ballin lyrics The Boss Mobster lyrics 510, 213 lyrics Kill Street Blues lyrics Wanna Be a G lyrics 2 Hands and a Razor lyrics Suckas Do What They Can (Real Playaz) lyrics U Can't Fade Me lyrics Can I Hit It? lyrics High Powered lyrics Killerfornia lyrics Gone With The Wind lyrics Too Deep in the Game lyrics Make Sure They Bleed lyrics Immortalized lyrics Ride Wit Me lyrics Strap on the Side lyrics Jealous Got Me Strapped lyrics Doncha Runaway lyrics You Can Get the Gat for That lyrics You Done Fucked Up lyrics |