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Mac Dre

Don't Snitch

 

Don't Snitch

(アルバム: Ronald Dregan: Dreganomics - 2004)


[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Man I'm Threw Fuckin Around
You Niggas Keep On U Gon Be Duckin Sum Rounds,
I Rush The Mound, Bitch Hit Me With A Pitch He A, He A Snitch N He Walk With A Switch.
He In A Band That Sing For The Cops,
Him And His Mans They Cleanin Up Shop,
Undercover, Conture Promoter, Rick Shroter Tryin To Turn Sombody Over,
Put That Et Finger Up, Eat Stulee, Don't Tattle Tale The Number One Rulee
You The Jumpers The Boys The People
Slipped In The Game Sellin Toys To People I Avoid People Don't Ask Me Shit, The Only Law I Break Is In Public Grip
My Mouth Zipped I Plead The Fifth And Niggaz Like You Get Pushed Off A Cliff.

[Chrous:]
Don't Ask Me Shit
I Tell Man
I Don't Tell
U Can Send Me To Jail Man
Send Me To Jail
[x4]

[Verse 2: J Diggs]
I'm On To U Boy,
U Used To Be The Man
Til I Crossed U N The Court Room Sittin On The Stand, Got To Waivin Ya Hand N Pointin Ya Finger
All N The Mike Like Sum Kind Of Rap Singa
I Seen U, U Told, N Now U Got To Live With Big Ol Bitch U Prolli Said Bigs Did It
Fuck You, Fuck Wut U Gettin To, Fuck Wut U Goin Threw, N Fuck With U Went Threw
Consider This A Warning To U Case Out Rapping, the streets get ugly when a drive by happen
You Rap Niggas Out Here Starvin For Fame, And Ya'll Niggas Act Like It's All N A Game,
Cause Niggas N The Streets Wanna Blast This Bitch, N When It Happen Dun Ask Me Shit

[Chrous x4]

[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
U Can Line Em Up N Put 12 N A Box N Find Out Ya Boy Workin With The Cops,
Doing Flipflops, The Roller, Rolling Over,
The tootsie roller, scared to do it over
It's october and he can't be gone til november
So he's given up the gang, every damn member
And Everythang He Remember, He Tellin
He get outta jail free, ain't no bailin
He's no felon, no misdemeanor
He's got a target melon, and a ET finger
Quit peepin at my beemer
Tryin To Watch Me

[Chrous: Repeat Until Fade]

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