(feat. Bun B)


[Bun B (Chorus)]

This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas 

North side,South side,chunk ya deuce up 

This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas 

East side,West side,chunk ya deuce up 



[Verse 1]

Plenty niggas get they head turned red for da bread 

Start off with da information,load it up in ya head 

Couldnt hold it,so it turned out its sumthin he said 

Wut he tell da FEDS (he need someone to call) 

Your decision was to snitchin and they was there to listen 

When he told what he know,said they barely was trippin 

Less time,now da niggas in a better position 

Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin 

He was lookin at a 30 but he only did 10, how your years turn to months, can he tell you dat, and 

He aint really gotta answer, just the sweat in his hands 

Will he make it out to make it, mmm well it depends 

Everybody know the info you was tellin ya friends 

Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen 

Russian Roulette,yep nigga bet the barrel will spin 

You hear that,yea nigga thats the sound of revenge 



[Hook]

Walk down the right road,cuz the streets is so cold... 

You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it 

Listen to da G-Code,if you know what i kno-oooow, then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep ur mouth closed nigga) 

We dont tolerate snitches 



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

If you gon live that crime life,i hope you hold dat 9 tight 

You live life like a pussy then dats prolly what you die like 

I neva eva loved a sucka,them aint really my type 

Rat snakes,yea mayne the game is full of wild-life 

Dont wanna do no time right? 

You wanna live that high life 

Like go withdrawl,have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight 

Enter ya crib,see the clouds peepin through ya skylight 

You be a copycat,(cat),cuz mine right 

Thats what he told me but i didnt listen 

Doin crime for a dime wasnt my intention 

You insane,think his name sumin i will mention 

Only snitches need someone to tell 

Alota niggas in the game,hustlin doin they thing 

Usin codes on the phone with they usual slang 

If you know what he know then you wont say a thing 

You wouldnt need someone to tell 

Careful bout the life you lead,aint smart with ya life, you plead, the streets will ignite ya T, like you aint got the right to breathe 

(Cough) To choke on da realness, reality is what the fake dont know how to deal with 

Words leak from the teeth, but he'll say seal it 

Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with 

Find a nigga that be hustlin to make a deal with 

But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it 



[Hook]



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

This for the G's,street jugglin,move da fire 

When you talkin what you talkin it aint through the wire 

Police pull you over,now they callin you a liar 

You got amnesia,dont even know the dude beside ya 

You dont know,you aint sayin,you aint heard what he said 

Told you a closed mouth aint gon neva get fed 

A open mouth'll get you county instead of the FEDS 

Some scared niggas speak up so they'll be less in the red 

Niggas cant deal with no 95 so they day-to-day budgeters 

Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers 

You upstate,niggas use to be southerners 

Here the streets make the laws and dont answer the governors 

We the niggas thats too real to snitch on a snitch 

But make a snitch turn to puff with a flick of the wrist 

That aint gon get in arguements,just go get you a clip 

And they gon think about the consequences,let em repent 



[Hook]



[Chorus]



[Talking]



Man hold up, you a real nigga and you aint got nuthin to say when they come question you, just keep it 100, and go on a chunk ya deuce up