Snich Killas Lyrics by Spice 1

Snich Killas Lyrics

    Fuck these snitches!
    Spoken:
    "yeah, you know. cause all i'm here to do is watch my ass. know what
    I'm sayin'? that ain't my dope, that's chico's dope.
    You know what i'm sayin'?
    So what type of witness protection program you got for me?"

    Chorus:
    You keep tellin' all these coppers
    I'm gonna hurt you 'till you bleed
    All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep
    Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name
    Tell them po-po all your business get you caught up in the game
    Fuck these snitches!

    Verse 1:
    We got your partner in there since you was at the crime
    That's how they get you to squeal, them motherfucker's lyin'
    Nigga, stick with the program and you gonna be all right
    But if you tell them i did it, i'm stickin' your ass tonight
    They sayin' "six people saw ya" but i ain't sayin'
    Shit 'till i meet with my lawyer
    Blowin' smoke up my ass cause if i have to blast
    I'm mobbin' the fuck out tha murder scene with the hockey mask
    Lookin' like jason while them cops is chasin' me
    Behind the wheel buckin', facin' l-i-f-e
    Hittin' corners bailin', fish tailin' to the left
    I heard the motherfuckin' blast shatter out the back
    They wanna screw me, do me and have me fucked up
    Put a young g in the system and have me sucked up
    In the prison block but i ain't goin' there
    So if you tell on me nigga, you be my hoe in there
    See i do dirt all up on my lonely cause niggas phoney
    Givin' up the info on murders and snitchin' on they homies
    Puttin' lead up in these loud mouth bitch niggas
    So say what up to the motherfuckin' snitch killa

    Chorus

    Verse 2:
    See, where i'm from motherfuckas live and let die
    Snitch killa, the real nigga s-p-i
    I'm droppin' shells on a bitch
    See they do a lick with a nigga and get him tellin' and shit
    I can't stand it when a nigga think he sick in the game
    Tell everybody who be gafflin' for some bitches and fame
    I'm gonna blast in the window, indo jack
    Got me puttin' snitches up on they motherfuckin' back
    Puttin' hollow up in your head, runnin' in your home
    Leave these motherfuckers sleepin' with their house lights on
    Finna kill this snitch ass nigga before my homie go to court
    We tied him to the back of a motherfuckin' super sport
    Doin' donuts with his ass tied to the back of the car
    Bringin' them terror, the burier, coffin carrier
    See niggas die when they testify
    You better get your punk ass up there and straight lie
    They caught your ass up in the hooptie with 3 ki's
    Now you out on bail and all you gave 'em was 2 g's
    You ain't playin' nobody, go get your vest nigga
    Be on the look out for the motherfuckin' snitch killa

    Chorus

    Spoken:
    "like i was sayin' mister ociffer. you know what i'm
    Sayin'? i can tell you
    Where he keep his dope. i can tell you where he stay.
    I can tell you where
    He get his braids done."

    Verse 3:
    Niggas be talkin' upon that straight killa
    He ain't in jail cause he snitched on that other nigga
    Now his freedom is gone and you can count on it
    If you ever in quentin you gonna be tagged snitch
    They gonna have to seperate the men from the women
    A lot of snitches in the pen turn straight feminine
    And get they ass took
    See, only real niggas slide with us
    You gonna be snitchin' motherfucker you can't ride with us
    Because we sure to do some heavily incriminating shit
    Like pullin' licks and pushin' chickens for the fuck of it
    Ain't no tellin' in my crew cause everybody guilty of somethin'
    That's why we wound up, we all dumpin'
    And the nigga who don't blast, he get sucked and swallowed
    Threw out the hooptie when it's still rollin'
    He ain't dead yet but if he tattle on a nigga
    He gotta tangle with this motherfuckin' snitch killa

    Chorus

    Spoken:
    "ok now mister ociffer, now what it gonna be? you know
    What i'm sayin'?
    I gotta get up on outta here, know what i'm sayin. i
    Need a house in the bahamas,
    You know what i'm sayin', you know i got two kids. you
    Know i just wanna be
    Protected in this motherfucker. you know what i'm
    Sayin'? can i get this on
    Paper? it's like i was just tryin' to watch my ass.
    You know what i'm sayin',
    Like i was safe."
    "no!"
    "shit! damn! i just wanna be protected in this
    Motherfucker. shit! i didn't
    Do it, spice did everything."

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