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Snitches
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Snitches was released on January 1, 1998 by Priority Records as a part of the album MP Da Last Don
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1998
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Master P
Master P
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anderson
Anderson
Songwriter
Blackman
Blackman
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Percy Miller
Percy Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Darryl For Beats By The Pound
DJ Darryl For Beats By The Pound
Producer

Lyrics

Snitch: What's happening?
Snoop: What you mean what's up, ****
Snitch: What, what's happening man?
Snoop: I need to holler at you ****, come here
Snitch: For what, what's happening
Snoop: Fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, ****?
Snitch: Man I wasn't hanging with the police man
Snoop: Oh, you didn't think I seen you
Snitch: Man, you trippin' man
Snoop: I seen you jump out that car, ****
Snitch: Nah man, fuck that dog
Snoop: You snitching now, ****
Snitch: Man, hell nah I ain't snitching
Snoop: What else you doing with the police, you must be snitching
Let me holler at you ****
Come here bro
Snitch: Oh man
How many real **** is locked away
Behind some bitch-ass **** with a whole lot to say
Man fools is confused ain't no rules to this game
**** be telling the feds where a **** lay his head
Giving them **** code names
Cold game, but I can't even say shit about it
Cause if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I'm getting rowdy
Kill a snitch fuck a bitch I throw 'em both in a ditch
Cause they can't stand to see a young **** getting rich
I'm destined for fame
Oh bitch-ass **** putting salt in the game
Put a stain on your brain cause I shall remain
And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game
It's a shame the way the game has switched
And the police man trying to take my shit
I caught a **** one day jumping out of a cop car
I ain't saying no names but this ****'s a rap star
Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard
Buff ass **** perpetrating to act hard
In the front seat with no cuffs on
I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing I rush him
Dust him, cause I can't trust him
Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em
I tuck him in the trunk, I ain't fuckin' with no punk
**** snitching **** missing cause we twisting
And that's for all my real **** locked up
And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up
Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right
Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight
Just like a bitch quick to call the police
But ain't no telling on me and then belling on me
Look here, me and P we getting riches
And oh yeah don't forget to tell them bitches
Muthafuck you snitches
Snitches snitches snitches
Y'all be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
**** be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
They be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
I got a slug for ya'll muthafuckin' snitches
I heard a **** snitching from his jail cell
And when he get out will he live, only time will tell
**** riding with the police
Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me
I guess the **** mad cause I'm ballin'
Task kicked the **** door in now he talking
My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen
Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine
Watch the bitch he got a camera
But when I catch the **** I'mma slam him down with a hammer
And 17 nails
Cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed
Snitches, snitches, snitches
**** that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches
That's snitches, snitches
Federal **** in the muthafuckin' ghetto
Federal **** that's in the muthafuckin' penatentiary
**** with muthafuckin' license to capture other ****
But they ain't got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases
Snitches, snitches, I know y'all **** trying to get us
Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches
**** was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail
That's what snitches is
Tthat's **** with purses ****, pocket books, ****
**** with dresses, snitches
This for y'all bitches
To all ya'll **** I feel ya muthafuckin' pain
Watch y'all muthafuckin' self
The haters got the high beam on
They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' Cutlasses
I know who y'all is ****
Written by: Anderson, Blackman, Calvin Broadus, Percy Miller
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