Daz Dillinger

Daz Dillinger - Snitchaz lyrics

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Shit, how man of y'all niggas out there know snitches

Shit, I know this one snitch know what I mean

Snitched on everybody, got everybody caught up

In some shit he ain't even have to open his mouth to

So now he gotta die, ha ha



[Verse 1]

Fo' fo' and 357 they cocked and ready

Switchblades, machetes they chop down the fetti

Shit get heavy, knew a nigga name Shawn

Who snitched on everybody so he dropped a dime

Told him about the murders and robberies

Snitchin' and tellin' about some real niggas

Who done pulled the trigger

Now the whole hood's up for grabs

Stab niggas in the back now he's out for Daz

Ha, dude say my name don't discuss my business

Around this nigga he'll rat, get capped for that

So we plot and plan the murder to kill a man

So I guess the man's fate lies in my hand

I pull a pin back and the nigga get hauled off

Blew his fuckin' brains off, twelve gauge sawed-off

One wish you could die for this

Niggas die for, the die for this



[Chorus x2: With "Snitches"being whispered in the background]

Which way did he run

Little did they know he was gonna get this gun

Livin' life for the fun



[Verse 2]

In the street, shit get deep, niggas compete

To put heads to sleep, just watch all the beef

All the creep when the money get took

It's on the book, ain't no comeback when O's get cooked

They say who done that, the mystery

Hoes involved who tried to ball

Who caught the shot in the pen and made em' take a fall

This a no-brainers, seeds get planted and they blossom

Big smiles and hugs niggas they playin' possum

Grimey ones, scope niggas for all they shiney ones

Comin' out they glove or they jacket with a tiny gun

Frontin' for some project hoes

Playas keep ya jewels tucked when ya come through scuff

Niggas snitches



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3]

It's snitches everywhere I look from Alabama to the West

Keepin' Tha Commissiona stressed for scrilla

Stuck for the rest of ya life nigga

Livin' the rest of ya life misunderstood

Not knowin' ya friend is ya foe

I seen it before in the ghetto where they will pack metal

Ghetto kids watch tv with only five channels

Caught in this slum life

I'm abortin' this shit for the real and fake

Rich and the broke, man now a days ya just can't cope

Take the whole world for a joke

And at the end of ya rope

I spooted you many times on blocks sellin' dope

I done hoped and bubbled on top, richer than Bob Hope

Takin' a leave when I see it in ya eyes

As you approach in a doja cloud

Tryin' to hustle up for a smoke

Nigga you should be ashamed the way ya usin' ya name

Puttin' black eyes in the game

You should be out of the game

Nigga it's snitches everywhere I look ain't shit changed



[Verse 4]

Now feel the motherfuckin' vibe as I burst the flames

They on this shit worldwide

The whole world was tight on slang

Sell rhymes like the undergrounds of caine

When I'm deliverin' pain, fatal lyrics to ya brain

I will train ya mind and design ya with sights to see the real

No appeals, you in the world with lots to live for real

I feel it'll probably be a thrill, with a couple of mill

With a Lex on twenty inch chets for me to wheel

But I'd rather have a couple of mill

Break the fam straight and leave em' with a spot in the hills

The deal is sealed

Still I hustle hard cause the cash is straight

Complete the album, gon' let the streets blast the tape

Stashed away, I no they phony ass will hate

But that's great cause niggas that's fake we assassinate

Graduated and got infatuated with the click though

A wiseman turned schizo and get low



[Chorus x4]
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