uh, yo, yo
 Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the right hand
 Flash his badge with his left hand
 On some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it
 Made men, should hang with made men
 Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in
 It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich
 And next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy's bitch
 Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speaking
 Not knowing, she being, followed, on the decan
 Niggas talk to feds like, it's a sport
 Lord forbid the head nigga get caught
 And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought
 I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt
 Next week he outside front, how he get out?
 Now that's guapo nigga ?? his family talk ??
 Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit
 Thinking you threw with the feds and all that
 That's when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped
 I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the cops
 Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped
 But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark

 CHORUS
 [Jadakiss]
 Yo it's like that cha'll (that cha'll) Time to stack ya'll (stack ya'll)
 Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll (wanna rat cha'll)
 And it don't even matter where you at cha'll (where you at cha'll)
 When the feds come and get you that's that cha'll (that's that cha'll)
 [Repeat]

 [Styles]
 Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demo
 Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo
 Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel
 Rat, talking to the cops like that
 On a 3-4 P you can't cop like that
 You ain't have a chance, fly from Japan
 Talk to the judge, get you out the can
 My man had the same case (that's my word)
 Spent three years in the same place, He still there
 Came down for a pill, it was still real there
 Money came between us, know you seen us
 Move like the teamsters in the beamers
 Get blacked down and hit the cleaners
 The feds know everything, who bled and everything
 Before we got red, honeys giving us head
 Herion and guns is on the files of Styles
 But they came in the crib, lifting the towel
 Heard the sergent scream out "start stripping the child"
 And they blew down the door ?? snitching involved
 Wonder who? A boss, or a nigga under you
 Probably figure it out, when you sit for one or two
 Six months in bail, is how you catch a snail
 Moving real slow, tryin to steal dough

 CHORUS

 [Jadakiss]
 Lies to the story, mines yours and the truth
 What you talk for? They ain't even had no proof
 But you play this street business, all in the street
 To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week
 What you expect? Messing with the guard so tough
 Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up
 Your hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up
 Now 23 hours a day you locked up
 Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up
 By some cat you supposed that shot up
 Man enough to eat steak wit em, get cake em
 But you scared to go upstate wit em
 Where you going, you won't get good sleep no more
 See the street no more, or skeet no more
 Ride around in the P, with the heat no more
 From top to not even on your feet no more
 'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind
 Since they giving out jerseys, get on line
 For your football numbers, wanna take us all under
 What happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbers
 I don't think so, I don't think so either
 But he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ??

 CHORUS to fade