Fes Taylor - Snitches Must Die (Head Hunters) Lyrics
[Intro: Fes Taylor]Yea, I know I said I wouldn't do a part 2 to this shit (y'all mother*****ers)But I realized the only thing I could was spit a rap at y'all niggaz (y'all mother*****ers)Cuz I know if I start spitting slugs, y'all niggaz is telling (y'all mother*****ers)[Fes Taylor]I can't believe my *****ing ears (my ears)I hear dead niggaz talking, must be the buddha and beersI ain't scared like BonecrusherCuz I'm a lone hustler, and you a broke hustlerTrying to get a loan from customersTaylor 2 Fly, I break up marriagesNow they call me Muzzles, kick babies out of carriages (watch me niggaz)You mention my son, you nervous niggaz twitching with gunsYou a losing nigga wishing they wonI speak out, had to petition the slumsMy ambition becomes, now I sew it like the stitches is doneWhere the ***** the snitches is from? Long Island icea tea niggazYea, my song is violent, fight these niggazIf I clap they'll have indictments on my niggazSo, only thing to do, write it like a scripturePicture you put your man on, he turn tamponPush a stamp on his forehead, niggaz all deadSofter than cornbread, selling fake extasy pills***** around, be the next to be chilled[Chorus: Fes Taylor]Niggaz is telling, right, watch what you saying, son*****ing let a shot off, that'll make the neighbors runGus chased you through the mall, how is you hard?Put a A.P.B. out, got a coward at large[Fes Taylor]I sick the wolves on him, if you him, Suge want himCuz I know this niggaz shook like Suge want himLast time you said Specs name, it was in the courtNow you got the nerve to say his name on tracks for supportHe'll smack you up, remember you was on tour with usAnd the black *****es said you couldn't *****Even Specs beat you up, he was running ya houseNow this rat-ass nigga crawling out his mouseDoust ya clothes, the smell of a foul smokeHow I broke my vocals like a pound of dopeThe results too local, I hold a calicoAll over the States, I know all of you cowards, yoAmittyville Horror, I'm so sorryTo the family of the victim, but he like yard weedSo we smoke him after we lick him that's when his soul leaveSnitches get thrown in the ditches, that's how it's supposed to be (Die!)Specs wrote to me, I told you, I got you, babyJim Licks, is you out ya *****ing *****amamee mind?I could pop him any time, got glocks and semi 9sEven if they catch me, tell the judge I was aiming blindI ain't see a thing, I don't know nothingYea, I know ya lips running telling police, yea they into something[Hook 2X: Fes Taylor]Snitches must die, snitches must die, snitches must die[Outro: Fes Taylor]How many mother*****ing times? DIE MOTHER*****ERS!See I gotta be coming out of my characterI'm usually on some cool out shit, nah mean? (It's Park Hill, baby)I realized, I'm just gon' have to embarass y'all niggaz, nah mean?Make it so everywhere y'all walk it's like "Snitches!"Put that stamp on ya *****ing forehead, nah mean?Let everybody know you was a *****ing rat-ass niggaI ain't gon' touch you, man, nah I'm saying?Cuz my niggaz trying to get this bread, nah mean?We don't need no more of my niggaz to be locked upCuz of y'all *****-ass niggaz, nah mean?Y'all faggot-ass niggaz be rat-ass niggazJim Licks, mother*****ing, One ShotMother*****ing J the Bird, Big PermAll y'all snitch-ass niggazIt's like I'm gonna start shouting y'all out, The Snitch CrewThe Snitch Crew...
