Snitch Killer Lyrics - Dayton Family

Dog barking 

Verse 1 

Snitchin bitches put them in ditches 

you regret you missed em 

Stand off his casket, in this basket, that's his momma kissing 

Old and grey, anotha day, you can boom yo gauge 

Cold as hell, collecting mail, killa this so pay 

Alley cats, and you rats, you be missin soon 

Niggaz whom, wanna face the boom 

Leavin snitches doom, its all on me, you bout 10 ki's 

Say he seen my bankin 

Ran my school, when I set my rules, didn't nobody break it 

Niggaz nervous, 'cause at yo service im'a bring you murda 

Nigga bankin this bitch is hangin, see I meant to hurt her 

A-V-E F-L-I-N-T when ballers turn to bitches 

Fuckin 2 bitches, be careful who you give yo digits 

Just my message, now can you catch it, can you comprehend 

Facin sin, locked in the pen, you can never win 

runnin free, that shit for me 

Don't you be no dummy, tell on me 

Its Mr. Greed, Ima take it from him 

Send a hurse, when shit get worse, this gon' end wit drama 

local nerves glocken on perv's then she kill yo momma 

shed no tears, cut off you ears and have a bar-b-q 

snitch killer, killin on snitches and bustin shots at you 

He be rappin, they bout ta cap um, cant nobody stand him 

Still got half of his homies head that I wanna hand him 

Mutuamega, a heart breaker, snitch soul taker 

Take they brains, still got game 

then take a bitch and break her 

SNITCH KILLER 

**Open up the briefcase, baby its all there. 

You got 80 thousand? 

You got the four birds? 

Fo sho baby, im real too 

You aint got all that moo that's yo head 

Ahh baby we don't even get down like that, peeps fo sho tho 

Verse 2 

I keep my puiples , in my peepholes 

Bitch ass niggas, be tryin to creep slo 

Hos be on my dick for the green 

Plus I keep blow 

jake flake coped me a cake, that was my big break 

Aint shit fake about me, you kno im flyin straight 

Straight up, hungry for drama so shit get ate up 

Paranoid as fuck in this bitch and wont put the plate up 

Im cautious money mack murda might make you nauseous 

Boss shit dump on you click and bitch we lawless 

Frost bit, numb yo ass up, 'cause we on some raw shit 

Living for the lust of this game, my dope I die wit 

Came up, chokin' up game, smokin' a flame up 

Cutting up kokane, my niggaz doin' the same stuff 

Trigger nigga, clockin to flip dollars to bigga figgas 

Just like madame dame said, all about the skrilla killa 

Heavyweight, dope by the freight, headed to yo state 

Call me Mr. Jayca-fella, hood niggaz call me flake 

The group we in, them snitchin niggaz tried to do me in 

I aint goin to the hole, and wearin them county blues again 

Fuck the judge, I hold a grudge, im a flint thug 

Me and Shoestring, the only thing we know is to go for the blood 

Waved out, my neighborhood aint never played out, same rules still apply 

Them rats they get sprayed out, testify 

Yo next of kin will be the next ta die 

Snitchin FBI spy bet not nobody asked me why 

SNITCH KILLER 

**i allready got he inside Connects on um all i need is the wire 

Man get this guy some taps, whatever he needs to catch this guy 

Wait a minute, Whats in the plan for me? 

20 g's and the witness protection plan 

Witness protection plan? 20 g's? better go head and set it up 

Verse 3 

Comin thru doors, steel toes, fo-fo's 

Layin down niggas, and keep yo eyes closed 

We grab them pesos, you plickin yo brango 

Killas in kangols, niggaz get mangled 

(comin thru rushin) 

we hang hoes, wanna tangle for that cash 

blast and mash the gas, droppin like my ashes 

get past this, ho style wicked nigga with fashion 

you see my pashion, is rippin the microphones and outlastin 

ill cast them bitch ass niggaz leave em as has been's 

closed caskets, mind blowin like head gaskets 

shit'll get drastic, wrappin niggaz bodies in plastic 

no need for askin, get to bustin on them bastards 

Verse 4 

I was outlawed, brave to the skandalous streets 

I raise hell, cant you tell, just to reach my peak 

Im layed low, sorta like a persian rug 

Cops got my phone tapped 'cause they think im slangin drugs 

Mean mugs on these hataz faces, load my gat 

And react, like pistol that's my mental when I start a race 

And hit the Hennessey wit no chaser, flip my fo like a O 

I doubled it up, and I changed faces 

Fight like shoelace keeping my flo locked down like mental patients 

My renovation is replacin' yo playa hation 

Discrimination' of a hustla'z occupation 

My destination is murderin' Emcees on location 

SNITCH KILLER 

**Yo Assassin, I need some heavyweight shit this time dog 

Wut u workin' wit?? 

I need about six of 'em 

That'll be about a hundred twenty thousand 

Hey yo, yo hold that shit up, I don't even trust this guy 

Before anything go down, ima hafta pat him down 

Shit I aint no?? 

MAN, this fuckin bitch, this fucker (Go, go, go) 

Kill this bitch, kill this bitch (get in there now) 

I told you this bitch was snitchin muther fucker 

Kill that bitch, die mother fucker, die motherfucker (gunshots in background)