The Dayton Family

The Dayton Family - Snitch Killer lyrics

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Verse 1

Snitchin bitches put them in ditches

you regret you missed em

Stand off his casket, in this basket, that's his momma kissing

Old and grey, anotha day, you can boom yo gauge

Cold as hell, collecting mail, killa this so pay

Alley cats, and you rats, you be missin soon

Niggaz whom, wanna face the boom

Leavin snitches doom, its all on me, you bout 10 ki's

Say he seen my bankin

Ran my school, when I set my rules, didn't nobody break it

Niggaz nervous, cuz at yo service im'a bring you murda

Nigga bankin this bitch is hangin, see I meant to hurt her

A-V-E F-L-I-N-T when ballers turn to bitches

Fuckin 2 bitches, be careful who you give yo digits

Just my message, now can you catch it, can you comprehend

Facin sin, locked in the pen, you can never win

runnin free, that shit for me

Don't you  be no dummy, tell on me

Its Mr. Greed, Ima take it from him

Send a hurse, when shit get worse, this gon' end wit drama

local nerves glocken on perv's  then she kill yo momma

shed no tears, cut off you ears and have a bar-b-q

snitch killer, killin on snitches and bustin shots at you

He be rappin, they bout ta cap um, cant nobody stand him

Still got half of his homies head that I wanna hand him

Mutuamega, a heart breaker, snitch soul taker

Take they brains, still got game

then take a bitch and break her


**Open up the briefcase, baby its all there.

You got 80 thousand?

You got the four birds?

Fo sho baby, im real too

You aint got all that moo that's yo head

Ahh baby we don't even get down like that, peeps fo sho tho

Verse 2

I keep my puiples , in my peepholes

Bitch ass niggas, be tryin to creep slo

Hos be on my dick for the green

Plus I keep blow

jake flake coped me a cake, that was my big break

Aint shit fake about me, you kno im flyin straight

Straight up, hungry for drama so shit get ate up

Paranoid as fuck in this bitch and wont put the plate up

Im cautious money mack murda might make you nauseous

Boss shit dump on you click and bitch we lawless

Frost bit, numb yo ass up, cuz we on some raw shit

Living for the lust of this game, my dope I die wit

Came up, chokin' up game, smokin' a flame up

Cutting up kokane, my niggaz doin' the same stuff

Trigger nigga, clockin to flip dollars to bigga figgas

Just like madame dame said, all about the skrilla killa

Heavyweight, dope by the freight, headed to yo state

Call me Mr. Jayca-fella, hood niggaz call me flake

The group we in, them snitchin niggaz tried to do me in

I aint goin to the hole, and wearin them county blues again

Fuck the judge, I hold a grudge, im a flint thug

Me and Shoestring, the only thing we know is to go for the blood

Waved out, my neighborhood aint never played out, same rules still apply

Them rats they get sprayed out, testify

Yo next of kin will be the next ta die

Snitchin FBI spy bet not nobody asked me why


**i allready got he inside Connects on um all i need is the wire

Man get this guy some taps, whatever he needs to catch this guy

Wait a minute, Whats in the plan for me?

20 g's and the witness protection plan

Witness protection plan? 20 g's? better go head and set it up

Verse 3

Comin thru doors, steel toes, fo-fo's

Layin down niggas, and keep yo eyes closed

We grab them pesos, you plickin yo brango

Killas in kangols, niggaz get mangled

(comin thru rushin)

we hang hoes, wanna tangle for that cash

blast and mash the gas, droppin like my ashes

get past this, ho style wicked nigga with fashion

you see my pashion, is rippin the microphones and outlastin

ill cast them bitch ass niggaz leave em as has been's

closed caskets, mind blowin like head gaskets

shit'll get drastic, wrappin niggaz bodies in plastic

no need for askin, get to bustin on them bastards

Verse 4

I was outlawed, brave to the skandalous streets

I raise hell, cant you tell, just to reach my peak

Im layed low, sorta like a persian rug

Cops got my phone tapped cuz they think im slangin drugs

Mean mugs on these hataz faces, load my gat

And react, like pistol that's my mental when I start a race

And hit the Hennessey wit no chaser, flip my fo like a O

I doubled it up, and I changed faces

Fight like shoelace keeping my flo locked down like mental patients

My renovation is replacin' yo playa hation 

Discrimination' of a hustla'z occupation

My destination is murderin' Emcees on location


**Yo Assassin, I need some heavyweight shit this time dog

Wut u workin' wit??

I need about six of ‘em

That'll be about a hundred twenty thousand

Hey yo, yo hold that shit up, I don't even trust this guy

Before anything go down, ima hafta pat him down

Shit I aint no??

MAN, this fuckin bitch, this fucker (Go, go, go)

Kill this bitch, kill this bitch (get in there now)

I told you this bitch was snitchin muther fucker

Kill that bitch, die mother fucker, die motherfucker (gunshots in background)
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