Cocoa Brovaz

Cocoa Brovaz - Dry Snitch lyrics

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[Smack Man]

Here's the science, it seem like yesterday to me

H.N.B. robbery, in Manhattan for currency

Sittin up in the crib, drawin out a map

On where security was gon leave the door open at

Park the van around back, the M.P. jet black

We should be in and out 60 seconds flat

So son what's the deal? He ain't takin his route

He rather stay home like a bitch, and have a allaby

What his cut look like, he think he takin half

While we do all the dirt, he sit home on his ass

I got a funny feeling son, somethin just ain't right

Kinda glad I didn't go wit Rum and them that night

And sure enough nigga, you best to believe

Duke snitched under the hot light, like steady people

Wit a vote than a Clinton, Rum and me

Him in cell 2, and me in cell 3



[Chorus: Steele]

Now some of these niggas are bitches too

And some of these niggas look just like you

So if you ever been bit by a snake

Take a minute to think if you can truly trust the click you click wit



[Tek]

Me off the job would of been easy, if son wouldn't have been greedy

I told him to parle, cuz he one high jet speedin

Laughin, countin, tryin to play with money he ain't got

No knowledge of himself, and the trigger gave him heart

He just finish biddin, some remote federal prison

D said he was quotin niggas, word to word shittin

To get a light of sense, evedent as I remember

When Dunn Dunn got knocked, I just seen him last summer

At Soul In The Hole, it was a King E. King game

First time out his crib, the kid got body, he got blamed

For being the last one seen, fleein from the scene

Walk was with him up there, he said Duke was held obscene

On some in and out a cell, C.O. slayed him on his mail

His family got banked, he out on 200 foul bail

Myself I don't trust, and that's ya man, so you bust him

Cuz every man, know a dead man don't answer questions



[Head Arabic]

It was all love, when push came to shove

I had back, till one kid got clapped

They lock g, for conspiracy, he turn around tryin rattle me, Arabic

I know about this type of shit, snitches do exist

To all my dunns, holdin guns, gettin funds, watch ya self

Thru most of ya crimes by delf



[Chorus]



[Steele]

She said she love me, but she took me for granted, when she panic

Flip the whole street, to some shit I couldn't handle it

From my man from up the hill, what the deal?

The block is heatin up, and I need to cop steel

Come and see me, come bring dough cuz, I can't afford a freebie

And come alone son, cuz cats know to be snitchin on TV

Be easy, I'm out but my love wanna tease me

Shorty want some attention, not to mention wanna please me

Hold tight, I'll be back in a flash, don't worry

You got money honey, stop actin funny

Out the door, to care of my B.I.Z.

And I know this muthafuckas thats eyein me

Is it a set-up, I peel but I make a detour

And come back, and see my shorty talkin wit the law

I witnessed her trappin bout my business

Where I be goin, who I know in the indus-try

She sex me good, but I should of known

Come into this world alone, leave this world alone, word is bond



[Chorus 2X]
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