Chamillionaire - No Snitchin' Lyrics

Writer(s) : SERIKI, HAKEEM T. / LYON, ANDRE CHRISTOPHER / VALENZANO, MARCELLO / FREEMAN, BERNARD JAMES
Artist: Chamillionaire Lyrics
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[Chorus]
This is for my gangstas, real *****s, ballas, trill *****s
North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up
This is for my gangstas, real *****s, ballas, trill *****s
East side, West side, chunk ya deuce up

Plenty *****s 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 somethin' 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 *****s 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 ain't really gotta answer, just the sweat in his hands
Will he make it out to make it, mm 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 ***** bet the barrel will spin
You hear that, yea ***** that's the sound of revenge

Walk down the right road, 'cause 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 know,
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep you're mouth closed *****)
We don't tolerate snitches

[Chorus]

If you goin' live that crime life, I hope you hold dat 9 tight
You live life like a ***** then dats prolly what you die like
I neva' eva' loved a sucka, them ain't really my type
Rat snakes, yea mayne the game is full of wild-life
Don't wanna do no time right?
You wanna live that high life
Like go withdrawal, have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight
Enter ya crib, see the clouds peepin through ya skylight
You be a copycat, (cat), 'cause mine right
That's what he told me but I didn't listen
Doin' crime for a dime wasn't my intention
You insane, think his name sumin' I will mention
Only snitches need someone to tell
Alotta *****s in the game, hustlin' doin' they thing
Usin' codes on the phone with they usual slang
If you know what he know then you won't say a thing
You wouldn't need someone to tell
Careful bout the life you lead, ain't smart with ya life,
You plead, the streets will ignite ya T, like you ain't got the right to breathe
To choke on da realness, reality is what the fake don't 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 ***** that be hustlin to make a deal with
But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it

Walk down the right road, 'cause 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 know,
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep you're mouth closed *****)
We don't tolerate snitches

[Chorus]

This for the G's, street jugglin', move da fire
When you talkin what you talkin' it ain't through the wire
Police pull you over, now they callin' you a liar
You got amnesia, don't even know the dude beside ya
You don't know, you ain't sayin', you ain't heard what he said
Told you a closed mouth ain't gon neva' get fed
A open mouth'll get you county instead of the F-E-D-S
Some scared *****s speak up so they'll be less in the red
*****s can't deal with no 95 so they day-to-day budgeters
Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers
You upstate, *****s use to be southerners
Here the streets make the laws and don't answer the governors
We the *****s that's too real to snitch on a snitch
But make a snitch turn to puff with a flick of the wrist
That ain't goin' get in arguments, just go get you a clip
And they goin' think about the consequences, let em repent

Walk down the right road, 'cause 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 know,
Then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep you're mouth closed *****)
We don't tolerate snitches

[Chorus]

Man hold up, you a real ***** and you ain't got nothin'
To say when they come question you,
Just keep it 100, and go on a chunk ya deuce up


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