(feat. Beanie Sigel, The Game)

[Scarface]

^!$$%z forget about the streets but when they rap they songs
They claim they tote the heat, they quick to clap they guns
In interviews be braggin bout the crack they slung

But when it's war, these cowards never blast, they run
The $#&@ you think you foolin dog? I live this %#@!
I know it when ^!$$%z fake it - I live this %#@!

You can front it all you want but when yo $$# gets hot
Then you can rest $$#ured ^!$$% - yo $$# gets got
I'm sayin that to say this - I can plot those hits

I'm connected in every city on capo %#@!
I ain't even gotta say these ^!$$%z know my ties
A ^!$$% made, therefore whoever cross gon die

Money changin mother$#&@ers, makin hoes grow nuts
You a bad mother$#&@er, you don't give no $#&@
Let me snap you back to reality dude, %#@!'s real

You a target, ^!$$%z in Houston want you killed
Facemob until it's over, Southside the pipes
Dirty Third in this (*##$, J. Prince for life

Dedicated to these ^!$$%z live and breathe that %#@!
Let the real ^!$$%z shout it out, scream that %#@!


[Chorus: Scarface]
I never snitch, I never lie
I'm not a (*##$, I rather die

Can't nothin change me, not even time
I make the money, money don't make me a dime [x2]


[Beanie Siegel]
Facemob! Yeah
B. Sieg baby, I'm back up in this (*##$ like what

Fresh out the pen, once again I'm here to grab my nuts
I am hell for real - you doubt it ^!$$%? call my bluff
Only respect men that's real, you coward rat-ass $#&@s

Who raised you ^!$$%z? Yo father probably hate yo guts
Mad he didn't double up, and that Lifestyle bust
Ya lifestyle $#&@ed, ya duckin, every corner tryna clap at you

Plus $#&@ ya mother, the (*##$ ain't %#@! for havin you
What? If you don't like what I'm sayin, $#&@ ya attitude
Same lame probably showed these rap ^!$$%z gratitude

Huh, happy they ain't snitch on you
Must I remind yo monkey $$# what a (*##$ might do?
They act like they got yo back to infiltrate yo rest

Then have you talkin +Through The Wire+ like Kanye West
To all my real ^!$$%z trapped homey, mind yo tongues
Cuz these cowards comin home after firin they ones (?)

I never snitch

[Chorus x2]


[The Game]
Snitch ^!$$%z, (*##$ ^!$$%z, they all the same face

No matter what hole you crawl in, ^!$$% you ain't safe
All you ^!$$%z is rats, nicknamed Jake
Sam, Curtis or Alpo belong in the same place

A penitentary cell block gettin gang raped
Coward mother$#&@er, now tell me how my name taste
I leave you bleedin like ya period came late

Red bandana on, call that my Game Face
^!$$%z come in all shapes
Some snitches wear Reeboks, some wear Bathing Apes

Sometimes they Crip ^!$$%z, other times Piru
And some snitch ^!$$%z look just like you
I promise to never snitch, like some of my homies

G-Rock, B-Mase, and O.G. Tony
Before I have the police run in ya house
I kiss my son on the cheek and put the gun in my mouth, mother$#&@ers


[Chorus to fade]