paroles de chanson Snitch Killas - Spice 1
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."
1 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All) [With MC Eiht]
2 Dirty Bay
3 Mind of a Sick Nigga
4 Drama
5 Mobbin'
6 Survival
7 Tales of the Niggas Who Got Crept On
8 Sucka Ass Niggas
9 Faces Of Death
10 1-800 (Straight From The Pen)
11 Ain't No Love
12 Funky Chickens
13 Snitch Killas
14 Can You Feel It
15 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All)
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