キー: B major•
Verse 1
on the beat,
watch these snitches mane
Verse 2
D#
B
D#
These nigga's dropping dimes,
they some real snitches
I’ma cut some fingers,
I’ma clip some tongues
B
D#
Cause all that point in talkin'
ain’t allowed where I’m from
Verse 3
the fare,
F#
D#
fucking with them bricks
His partners put them laws on
him, over a bitch
These pussy nigga's scared,
don’t wanna take they charge
They swear they hard but they
softer then cotton balls (ho)
Real nigga's go to jail and don’t tell them
nothing (true)
We got everything for sale,
but the kitchen sink (true)
Keep my eyes on you snakes,
I don’t even blink (bitch)
B
D#
Boy you scared, you gon na tell them
white folks everything (yes sir)
To cut your time, you gonna give up
errybody name (pussy)
Snitching nigga you ain’t straight,
E
F#
B
D#
them folks gonna find you dead
Verse 4
they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped
F#
E
D#
I’ma cut some fingers,
I’ma clip some tongues
Cause all that point in talkin'
ain’t allowed where I’m from
Verse 5
B
D#
The bigger the hole for doc to plug
Holdin' your head, I put you to sleep
Body not found, mama gon’ weep
Droppin the dime and runnin
your mouth
Nowhere to run, down in the south
Meet ya wrong, I hop on the phone
Goons on route, burners out
You screamin' pig,
F#
E
D#
Vocals smokin' just like a cig
Blowin' on kush and sippin' on hen
Forgive me father for your sin
Meet ya wrong, I'm able again
Convicted felon, back in the pen
He threw me them bowls, he
knew I'm a boss
He looking for bread, he know that’s a loss
I cross em a corn,
mixed somethin' me deal
And separate the fact from the real
You play the cards, bet you a deal
Behind them bars,
now you gon’ squeal
You playin' these streets,
we playin' for real
Jail come wit it, swallow that meal
Verse 6
they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped
I’ma cut some fingers,
I’ma clip some tongues
ain’t allowed where I’m from
Verse 7
got line twistin' guys
E
Eb
Take the clip to make a flick
no blind side or district 9
you mention mines
One: put you in a scope,
two: clack then it's smoke
Three. scoop you up and put ya
Four: send yo folks jus ya head,
chest, guts
And that fed pressure,
makes the snitches wanna roast you
They start droppin dimes like
B
D#
they coins miss the toll booth
God as my witness man I swear
to tell the whole truth
E
F#
D#m
D#
Where I'm from we gets it done
and act like we don't know dude
Verse 8
E
D#
These nigga's dropping dimes,
they some real snitches
I’ma clip some tongues
D#
D#
Cause all that point in talkin'
Outro 1
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