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Cocoa Brovaz - Dry Snitch lyrics
[smack man] Here's the science, it seem like yesterday to me H.n.b. robbery, in manhattan for currency Sittin up in the crib, drawin out a map On where security was gon leave the door open at Park the van around back, the m.p. jet black We should be in and out 60 seconds flat So son what's the deal? he ain't takin his route He rather stay home like a bitch, and have a allaby What his cut look like, he think he takin half While we do all the dirt, he sit home on his ass I got a funny feeling son, somethin just ain't right Kinda glad i didn't go wit rum and them that night And sure enough nigga, you best to believe Duke snitched under the hot light, like steady people Wit a vote than a clinton, rum and me Him in cell 2, and me in cell 3 [chorus: steele] Now some of these niggas are bitches too And some of these niggas look just like you So if you ever been bit by a snake Take a minute to think if you can truly trust the click you click wit [tek] Me off the job would of been easy, if son wouldn't have been greedy I told him to parle, cuz he one high jet speedin Laughin, countin, tryin to play with money he ain't got No knowledge of himself, and the trigger gave him heart He just finish biddin, some remote federal prison D said he was quotin niggas, word to word shittin To get a light of sense, evedent as i remember When dunn dunn got knocked, i just seen him last summer At soul in the hole, it was a king e. king game First time out his crib, the kid got body, he got blamed For being the last one seen, fleein from the scene Walk was with him up there, he said duke was held obscene On some in and out a cell, c.o. slayed him on his mail His family got banked, he out on 200 foul bail Myself i don't trust, and that's ya man, so you bust him Cuz every man, know a dead man don't answer questions [head arabic] It was all love, when push came to shove I had back, till one kid got clapped They lock g, for conspiracy, he turn around tryin rattle me, arabic I know about this type of shit, snitches do exist To all my dunns, holdin guns, gettin funds, watch ya self Thru most of ya crimes by delf [chorus] [steele] She said she love me, but she took me for granted, when she panic Flip the whole street, to some shit i couldn't handle it From my man from up the hill, what the deal? The block is heatin up, and i need to cop steel Come and see me, come bring dough cuz, i can't afford a freebie And come alone son, cuz cats know to be snitchin on tv Be easy, i'm out but my love wanna tease me Shorty want some attention, not to mention wanna please me Hold tight, i'll be back in a flash, don't worry You got money honey, stop actin funny Out the door, to care of my b.i.z. And i know this muthafuckas thats eyein me Is it a set-up, i peel but i make a detour And come back, and see my shorty talkin wit the law I witnessed her trappin bout my business Where i be goin, who i know in the indus-try She sex me good, but i should of known Come into this world alone, leave this world alone, word is bond [chorus 2x] |
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