Obie Trice feat. Akon Snich Lyrics
            Intro: Obie Trice + (Eminem) {Akon}
            {Convict}
            (Yeah, SHADY)
            {Convict Music}
            (Guess who's back)
            Still here, haters
            {Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah}
            Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?
            Whatcha gonna do?
            {Take em on back to the streets}
        
            Chorus: Akon
            I keep the 40 cal on my side
            Steppin with the mindstate of the mobster
            See a n____ pass by
            Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
            Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
            Anything you need, believe me, I'm gon lace you
            Just don't whatever you do, Snitch
            Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah
        
            Obie Trice
            It's risky, the b____ tend to rise out a n____
            It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member
            Once he got pinched, coincided with law
            Same homie say he lay it down for the boy
            Brought game squad around ours
            How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws
            Only foniness never came to par
            He had us, a true neighborhood actor
            Had his back with K's
            Now we see through him like X-Ray's
            Cuffed in that Adam car
            No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war
            Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs
            You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable
            When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho
            No ex and oh's, tex calicos
            Aim at your chest nicca
        
            Chorus
        
            Obie Trice
            We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest
            Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's
            Recondences when we peep enemies on us
            Been on these corners, sellin like anything on us
            Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors
            That ain't got s___ to do with the tea in China
            We gon keep the grind up til death come find us
            Meanwhile in them European whips reclined up
            It's an eye for an eye for the riders
            We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors
            Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours
            We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder
            Who woulda known he would fold and cower
            Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds
            So no exs and ohs, tex calicos
            Aim at your chest nicca
        
            Chorus
        
            Obie Trice
            Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full
            So he move to a rural area to keep cool
            He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell
            Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell
            Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me
            Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually
            No penitentary, there will be no climacy
            You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century
            These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
            That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on em
            Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living
            This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is
            Forbidden to send a n____ to prison if you been in it
            Along with em and then snitch and become hidden
            So it's no exs and ohs, techs calicos
            Aim at your chest nicca
        
            Chorus
        
            Obie Trice
            You rat b______
        
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