Fes Taylor - Snitch Lyrics
[Intro: Fes Taylor]Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, Cyanide gangsta, gangstaKillah Hill gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, yo, yo[Fes Taylor]Don't make me beat the shit out of one of you rappersClap your producer, piss on your mastersShaolin, we holding it down, who got something to say?Ill like Al Skratch, you scared to come around my waySpin around, spray rounds, gangsta? Lay it downEverybody hands up, nobody make a soundHe like assalam alaikum now, wasn't you Blood?Before that Crip, ain't that some shit?You a snake in a grass ass nigga, and got caught upChilling in the lab, thought he was safe cuz the door's shutKick it in, crazy world, that we living inGet a bigger gun, before you go and cop them bigger rimsMy pistol ignorant, it don't got no common senseYeah, son, I'm sending you threats, ***** making promisesMy analysis, trying to insult my intelligenceTalk alot of shit, for the alcohol beveragesDestroy all the evidence, snatch up them presidentsThrow the drugs in the back, evacuate the residenceThey call me Fes Taylor, fly gangsta, apply anchorsOn niggas operations, hip hop, you should thank us[Chorus and 1/2X: Fes Taylor]I know you gonna snitch, go 'head and do itMy address, place arrests, you send them to itEven took a stand, you ran, bannedFrom the hood, witness protection program[Fes Taylor]Aiyo, son, you *****, I dare ya'll to call my name outMeet you where you hang out, bang out and let the flames outI know you hope the shit, never came outI put your body underground, your career going the same routePlaya we gon' ride, I ain't letting you slideMove like the grym reaper, see death in my eyesBreathalize, Henny and 'dro, I know you not serious, yoThinking you can *****ing injure me, noFreestyle, better than you put your album togetherAnd you ain't thug, you gon' be a coward foreverSo when you hear me, say it, I'm talking, directly to youCoward, I start spraying, what ya'll expect me to do?When you was holding 22's, we was holding big gunsYou ain't even have no bullets, lucky you ain't get doneTrying to play tough, thinking this is cops and robbersWe black mobsters, crack you in half like lobstersYou got a deal in '96, still ain't richSame year, me palm this, trade your *****Act hard til I aim the fifth, now niggas wanna talk peaceLike why he behave like this, Profes stay in the beefMy Wolfpack niggas get your shit off, play for keepsBe happy it's only rhymes and beats, not guns and shellsKnives and fifths, call police, son, you gon' tell[Chorus 2X][Outro: Fes Taylor]I know you gonna snitch, go 'head and do itI know you gonna snitch, go 'head and do it
