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Snitch letra Joyner Lucas Snitch letra |
Hey, let me clarify something for you
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You're looking at a lot of fucking time
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So this is completely up to you
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We can do this the easy way (Snitch)
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Or we can do it the hard way (Snitch)
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I need some fucking information (Snitch)
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And I need it, right now (Snitch)
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This your motherfuckin' conscience, nigga don't even do it
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Don't start actin' like a bitch 'cause you forgot where you goin'
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You made choices that done put you here and now you just ruined
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And I don't care 'bout why you did it or who got you influenced
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Nah, don't listen to that nigga, that ain't good advice
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If you cooperate then it's your chance to save your life
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Just tell 'em what they wanna know, and you won't pay the price
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Some would call it snitchin', but for me I call it make it right
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Man fu*kthat "make it right shit", you gotta sit, do your bid
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You should've thought about this shit, before you did what you did
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Give a fu*kabout your family or your bitch or your kids
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You either gon' respect the code or your gon' get what you give
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Who gives a fu*kabout the codes? No one follow codes
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We both know that jail ain't the place you wanna go
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Somebody fuckin' on your bitch, you tryna call her phone
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If I was you I'd tell them boys everything they wanna know
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Psssh, okay, let's think about this, let's embrace it
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Let's make an illustration
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Let's say you switch up with it and bitch up and make a statement
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Now niggas in jail, that nigga ain't tellin', had no snitch temptations
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Now you might be free but you might get killed for givin' up information
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And if you don't get killed then that's a wrap
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Everybody gon' know you as a rat
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Won't get no respect for the rest of your life, nobody will know you after that
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You might just run but you never could hide
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How long you hopin' that'll last, 'fore they catch you slippin' and give you somethin' that you know you had to have?
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Fuck that, let's say you keep your mouth shut and take the blame for it
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Now you need money on your books ain't no one payin' for it
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No visitations or no letters, you've been waitin' for
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That pussy you've been cravin' for, you may not get laid no more
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And all them niggas that you call your brothers'll be ghost
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The only one who got you is your mother if you close
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A bunch of niggas screamin' free you and makin' post
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No one show up to your trial, niggas pray that you get smoked
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Man, please tell me you ain't 'bout to take this suckas advice?
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Your kids'll grow up, knowin' that you just a sucka for life
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Lackin' morals and integrity, it come with a price
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And if you fold then you should know, that we ain't nothin' alike
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And if you leavin' here tonight, you better cop a burner
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Don't fu*karound and be somebody ain't nobody heard of
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Now here's your choice be a man or be somebody murdered
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It's either you can take the stand or you'll be Bobby Shmurda
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Free Bobby Shmurda (Shmurda, Shmurda, Shmurda, Shmurda)
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Alright
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So it was me, C-Dot, Killa, Rico and Vic
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Cut the shit (Shit, shit, shit)
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Who is Rico? Who is Vic? (Snitch)
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I want their real names (Snitch)
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Killa's name is Jonathan Taylor (Snitch)
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And Rico's Michael McCormick (Snitch)
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And Vic (Snitch), he was the person, pretty much
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He was like the head of the operation
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(Snitch (Snitch, snitch))
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(Snitch (Snitch, snitch))
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(Snitch (Snitch, snitch))
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(Snitch (Snitch, snitch))
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What's up now, nigga?
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