Lox - Everybody Wanna Rat Lyrics
[sheek]Uh, yo, yoHey yo its *****ed up, in the right handFlash his badge with his left handOn some donnie brascoe shit, forget about itMade men, should hang with made menNot the wife and children, thats when rats come inIt be your girl in the palor, talking like shit richAnd next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemys *****Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speakingNot knowing, she being, followed, on the decanNiggas talk to feds like, its a sportLord forbid the head nigga get caughtAnd watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thoughtI watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubtNext week he outside front, how he get out?Now thats guapo nigga ? ? his family talk ? ?Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shitThinking you threw with the feds and all thatThats when they got you, just like that kid from strappedI stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the copsBrick fumblers who just want a nigga poppedBut the only thing I pop is my burners in the darkChorus[jadakiss]Yo its like that chall (that chall) time to stack yall (stack yall)Nowadays everybody wanna rat chall (wanna rat chall)And it dont even matter where you at chall (where you at chall)When the feds come and get you thats that chall (thats that chall)[repeat][styles]Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demoSwitch up ya ammo, fill out the memoNow you got the dogs locked up in the kennelRat, talking to the cops like thatOn a 3-4 p you cant cop like thatYou aint have a chance, fly from japanTalk to the judge, get you out the canMy man had the same case (thats my word)Spent three years in the same place, he still thereCame down for a pill, it was still real thereMoney came between us, know you seen usMove like the teamsters in the beamersGet blacked down and hit the cleanersThe feds know everything, who bled and everythingBefore we got red, honeys giving us headHerion and guns is on the files of stylesBut they came in the crib, lifting the towelHeard the sergent scream out start stripping the childAnd they blew down the door ? ? snitching involvedWonder who? a boss, or a nigga under youProbably figure it out, when you sit for one or twoSix months in bail, is how you catch a snailMoving real slow, tryin to steal doughChorus[jadakiss]Lies to the story, mines yours and the truthWhat you talk for? they aint even had no proofBut you play this street business, all in the streetTo visit him now, you gotta drive for a weekWhat you expect? messing with the guard so tough***** calling his bluff, they made him put his cards upYour hands, wrists, and neck was rocked upNow 23 hours a day you locked upYour girl, she out in the world, knocked upBy some cat you supposed that shot upMan enough to eat steak wit em, get cake emBut you scared to go upstate wit emWhere you going, you wont get good sleep no moreSee the street no more, or skeet no moreRide around in the p, with the heat no moreFrom top to not even on your feet no morefore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mindSince they giving out jerseys, get on lineFor your football numbers, wanna take us all underWhat happened to shorty? they gave him tall numbersI dont think so, I dont think so eitherBut he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ? ?Chorus to fade
