Quit Snitchin

[Talking:]

Whoo! Y'all know we had to flip this shit right

We to ghetto to let this one sneak past us

Fuck that! Ey Vegas, let's tell 'em what we say

Evrytime we see a stool pigeon rat..

[Intro: x2]

Don't snitch, don't be a bitch

West Coast let's get rich

Flood the industry wit' gangsta hits

Smack some ass and grab some tits

Don't snitch, don't be a bitch

East Coast let's get rich

Flood the industry wit' gangsta hits

Smack some ass and grab some tits...

[Verse 1:]

What's it all about?

You dudes can't come out the house

Made to many enemies, you runnin' ya mouth

Now you on lock down, sittin' on the couch

Talkin' to cops you need really to cut it out man

Picture Crooked I lovin' a snake, you get robbed for dough

You get shot fo' sho' youknow

That ain't gangsta you son of a bitch

Givin' cops the info they not suppose to know

And they own evry block from coast to coast

Tellin' on who ever cock and grows the most

Send a nigga up the river if a snitch is around

You better lock and close ya doors

See I'ma rep my city for ever, yeah

Roll wips on 20's or better

Pointin' many machine guns, semi-auto beretta

And my enemies sweater like gimme the cheddar, yeah

Crooked live illegal as hell

Send a couple kites to my people in jail

Think about this when you readin' your mail

These niggaz be eager to tell...

[Chorus: x2]

See I been hopin' and wishin'

All you rappers Quit Snitchin'

Always talkin' to the police

Tryena send my homeboyz to prison

That ain't good where I'm from

Whoever hang around you is dumb

Cuz they know you work wit' the po-po

Crooked I, ain't the one...

[Verse 2:]

Now I done seen you on the TV-screen

Snitchin' to cops, you was on channel 13

Now you try to say that you the west coast king

What tha fuck does this skinny nigga mean

Sold out cheap, you won't play ya own team

Shoulda let me out ya whole little sceam

Mention my name and when you see me better swing

Talkin' 'bout peace in the Source magazine

Nope, to late for that, I wanna brake your back

I can't wait to swap??, catch you in the alley

Just to snake and rat you better face the fact

You ain't gangsta rap, you a federalé

Need to live by the code of the street

I think about you when I'm loadin' my heat

But I'd rather thow blows to ya teeth

Cuz I was always talkin', shootin' hoe's is weak

I'm still feelin adrenaline with the pistol when I'm peel'em

then kill'em like a villian with the penicillin when the

bullets... drillin'em

spinnin'em a whole round and I'm peelin'em

the villain is willin'em to keep beef to a minimum

WOO!

Crooked I's the one

Snitch ass niggaz need to hide and run

Go to the club and we ride wit' guns

But really though we just wanna have fun...

[Chorus: x2]

See I been hopin' and wishin'

All you rappers Quit Snitchin'

Always talkin' to the police

Tryena send my homeboyz to prison

That ain't good where I'm from

Whoever hang around you is dumb

Cuz they know you work wit' the po-po

Crooked I, ain't the one...