(feat. Beanie Sigel, The Game)
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[Scarface]
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Niggaz forget about the streets but when they rap they songs
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They claim they tote the heat, they quick to clap they guns
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In interviews be braggin bout the crack they slung
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But when it's war, these cowards never blast, they run
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The fuck you think you foolin dog? I live this shit
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I know it when niggaz fake it - I live this shit
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You can front it all you want but when yo ass gets hot
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Then you can rest assured nigga - yo ass gets got
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I'm sayin that to say this - I can plot those hits
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I'm connected in every city on capo shit
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I ain't even gotta say these niggaz know my ties
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A nigga made, therefore whoever cross gon die
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Money changin motherfuckers, makin hoes grow nuts
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You a bad motherfucker, you don't give no fuck
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Let me snap you back to reality dude, shit's real
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You a target, niggaz in Houston want you killed
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Facemob until it's over, Southside the pipes
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Dirty Third in this bitch, J. Prince for life
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Dedicated to these niggaz live and breathe that shit
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Let the real niggaz shout it out, scream that shit
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[Chorus - Scarface]
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I never snitch, I never lie
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I'm not a bitch, I rather die
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Can't nothin change me, not even time
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I make the money, money don't make me a dime [x2]
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[Beanie Siegel]
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Facemob! Yeah
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B. Sieg baby, I'm back up in this bitch like what
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Fresh out the pen, once again I'm here to grab my nuts
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I am hell for real - you doubt it nigga? call my bluff
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Only respect men that's real, you coward rat-ass fucks
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Who raised you niggaz? Yo father probably hate yo guts
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Mad he didn't double up, and that Lifestyle bust
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Ya lifestyle fucked, ya duckin, every corner tryna clap at you
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Plus fuck ya mother, the bitch ain't shit for havin you
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What? If you don't like what I'm sayin, fuck ya attitude
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Same lame probably showed these rap niggaz gratitude
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Huh, happy they ain't snitch on you
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Must I remind yo monkey ass what a bitch might do?
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They act like they got yo back to infiltrate yo rest
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Then have you talkin (Through The Wire) like Kanye West
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To all my real niggaz trapped homey, mind yo tongues
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Cuz these cowards comin home after firin they ones (?)
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I never snitch
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[Chorus x2]
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[The Game]
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Snitch niggaz, bitch niggaz, they all the same face
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No matter what hole you crawl in, nigga you ain't safe
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All you niggaz is rats, nicknamed Jake
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Sam, Curtis or Alpo belong in the same place
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A penitentary cell block gettin gang raped
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Coward motherfucker, now tell me how my name taste
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I leave you bleedin like ya period came late
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Red bandana on, call that my Game Face
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Niggaz come in all shapes
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Some snitches wear Reeboks, some wear Bathing Apes
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Sometimes they Crip niggaz, other times Piru
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And some snitch niggaz look just like you
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I promise to never snitch, like some of my homies
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G-Rock, B-Mase, and O.G. Tony
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Before I have the police run in ya house
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I kiss my son on the cheek and put the gun in my mouth, motherfuckers
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[Chorus to fade]
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Never Snitch
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Scarface |