(feat. Godfather)

[talking:]

Worldwide can feel us, $#&@ing squealers
Southside drug dealers, ^!$$%z know us
Southside Playaz, sit down at the table 2000

Any ^!$$% sitting down huh, getting checks
All the details, acting like some $#&@ing females
(*##$ go count a ^!$$% money, simp $$# ^!$$%


[Godfather:]
You rapping gift of gabbing, got the F.B.I. plotting

Got H-Town hot, like the banging in Watts
Trying to take me from my kids, you hot in a cot
Got prices on your head, your life about to get bought

24 hours, is definite you get shot
My homegirl $#&@ed you, that's just the point of the plot
Me and Pablo, doing devilish %#@! like Diablo

Tyte Eyez out the gate, I got legitimate weight
Mike D called me up, said some ^!$$% was squealing
Giving FED's photography, ^!$$% street biographies

Told Clay-Doe, was flying birds through Luado
They said 3-2, was connected with some people
This ^!$$% see through, rope him up smoke him up

Catch him coming home from the club drunk, and murdered the punk
Throw him in the trunk, all about that snitching %#@!
Who we copping from, who we in the kitchen with


[Hook: x2]
You might not live to tell, (oh well)

These ^!$$%z scared of jail, (like hell)
Telling everything they know, (like hoes)
You think it's all gravy, (well (*##$ you gotta go)


[Mr. 3-2:]
^!$$% own up to your case, and take your $#&@ing charge

Don't be a coward mother$#&@er, when them laws snap the corde
He found barred that's infinity, you better open your mouth
Don't be scared till the (*##$ die, to hit that jail house

In the South it done got hot, federal agents don't love us
My boys is selling they soul, running they dick suckers
Like Kilo and Little Man, the game done went deeper

Hope they know that it's over with, if they ever hit the streets
Some %#@! you keep to yourself, and take it to the grave
You bit your tongue put to your throat, for information that you gave

I can't save no snitch, and give em no kinda hassle
Let them words that you told, ^!$$% be your last


[Hook x2]

[Clay-Doe:]

I knew this candy and a hook up, ain't good with sorese
Had his peeky at the street, off bout a hundred a week
At least boss balling, mother$#&@er was paid

Use to take me to his crib, man (*##$ was laid
Then here come the raid, next to interrogation
On fo' hundred a gram, don't even care bout probation

Now ^!$$% I ain't crazy, I ain't no god damn fool
If you told me that %#@!, I woulda shot you too
I immediately knew, what I had to do

Took him up to his crib, had a bag by his pool
Told that ^!$$% I had a surprise, and then I showed him
Looked that ^!$$% in his eyes, and then I told him


[Hook x2]


[Mike D:]
I know this ^!$$% from the hood, use to juggle them goods
A stand up cat, did his dirt in the woods

Took him from a fifty packer, to a kilo stacker
Block bleeder fa sho, full time Columbian jacker
Took hood money to good money, put me in the studio

Wish I woulda knew then, how this dirty game go
^!$$% you think don't fold, go out like hoes
Pressure bust the pipe, this ^!$$% sold his soul

Tied the whole click in, during interrogation
Turned a three brick hit, to a 21 vacation
Knowing you hit the streets, your ghetto pass is void
Put fifty in that