Sean T - Don't Snitch lyrics

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Sean T - Don't Snitch lyrics

[Mac Dre] Man... I'm through f**in' around You n***as keep on ya gon' be duckin' some rounds I'm rushin' the mound, b**h done hit me with a pitch He a snitch and he walk with a switch He in a band that sing for the cops Him and his mans, they cleanin' up shop Undercover concert promotor Ricky Schroder tryin' to turn somebody over Put that E.T. finger up, you stooley Don't tattletale, the number one ruley You the jumpest, the boys, them people Slipped in the game, sellin' toys to people I avoid them people, don't ask me sh** The only law I break is in public, grip My mouth zipped, I plead the 5th And n***as like you get pushed off a cliff [Hook] - X 2 (Don't ask me sh**) I don't tell mayne (I don't tell) You can send me to jail mayne (Don't ask me sh**) I won't tell mayne (I won't tell) Send me to jail mayne [J-Diggs] I'm on to you boy you used to be the man Till I caught you in the courtroom sitting on the stand Got the wave in your hand, & pointing your finger (who you pointing at?) Holding the mic like some type of rap singer I seen you, you told & now you gotta live with it They gone gitcho & probably say that pigs did it (I ain't did sh**) f** you, f** who you been to, f** what you going thru, & f** where you been Consider this a warning to you cats out rapping (all you n***as) The streets get ugly when a drive by happens (you heard that homie?) You rap n***as out here starving for fame (better cut that n***a loose) Better watch who you f** with, a scar on your name My young n***a locked up, ball & chain & y'all n***as acting like it's all in the game (it don't work like that) I hear n***as on the street wanna blast this b**h (go & get him) & when it happens? Don't ask me sh** [Hook] - X 2 [Mac Dre] You can line 'em up and put twelve in a box And find out your boy is workin' with the cops Doin' flip-flops, the Rover rollin' over The Tootsie Roller, scared to do a quarter It's October and he can't be gone 'til November So he's givin' up the gang, every damn member Everything he remember - he's tellin' He get out of jail free, ain't no bailin' He's no felon, he's no misdemeanor He got a target melon and a E.T. finger n***a you the cleaners tryin' to wash me Quit peepin' at my Beamer, tryin' to watch me [Hook] - X 2