Snitches Lyrics - Master P

Snitch: What's happening? 

Snoop: What you mean what's up, nigga 

Snitch: What, what's happening man? 

Snoop: I need to holler at you nigga, come here 

Snitch: For what, what's happening 

Snoop: Fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, nigga? 

Snitch: Man I wasn't hanging with the police man 

Snoop: Oh, you didn't think I seen you 

Snitch: Man, you trippin' man 

Snoop: I seen you jump out that car, nigga 

Snitch: Nah man, fuck that dog 

Snoop: You snitching now, nigga 

Snitch: Man, hell nah I ain't snitching 

Snoop: What else you doing with the police, you must be snitching 

Let me holler at you nigga 

Come here bro 

Snitch: Oh man 

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Snoop Doggy Dogg: 

How many real niggas is locked away 

Behind some bitch-ass nigga with a whole lot to say 

Man fools is confused ain't no rules to this game 

Niggas be telling the feds where a nigga lay his head 

Giving them niggas code names 

Cold game, but I can't even say shit about it 

'Cause if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I'm getting rowdy 

Killer snitch fuck a bitch I throw 'em both in a ditch 

Cause they can't stand to see a young nigga getting rich 

I'm destined for fame 

Oh bitch-ass niggaz putting salt in the game 

Put a stain on your brain 'cause I shall remain 

And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game 

It's a shame the way the game has switched 

And the police man trying to take my shit 

I caught a nigga one day jumping out of a cop car 

I ain't saying no names but this nigga's a rap star 

Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard 

Buff ass nigga perpetrating to act hard 

In the front seat with no cuffs on 

I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing I rush him 

Dust him, 'cause I can't trust him 

Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em 

I tuck him in the trunk, I ain't fuckin' with no punk 

Nigga snitching nigga missing cause we twisting 

And that's for all my real niggaz locked up 

And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up 

Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right 

Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight 

Just like a bitch quick to call the police 

But ain't no telling on me and then belling on me 

Look here, me and P we getting riches 

And oh yeah don't forget to tell them bitches 

Muthafuck you snitches 

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Chorus: 

Snitches snitches snitches 

Y'all be running they mouth just like bitches 

Snitches snitches snitches 

Niggaz be running they mouth just like bitches 

Snitches snitches snitches 

They be running they mouth just like bitches 

Snitches snitches snitches 

I got a slug for ya'll muthafuckin' snitches 

Master P: 

I heard a nigga snitching from his jail cell 

And when he get out will he live, only time will tell 

Nigga riding with the police 

Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me 

I guess the nigga mad cause I'm ballin' 

Task kicked the nigga door in now he talking 

My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen 

Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine 

Watch the bitch he got a camera 

But when I catch the nigga I'ma slam him down with a hammer 

And 17 nails 

'Cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed 

Master P: 

Snitches, snitches, snitches 

Niggaz that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches 

That's snitches, snitches 

Federal niggaz in the muthafuckin' ghetto 

Federal niggaz that's in the muthafuckin' penatentiary 

Niggaz with muthafuckin' license to capture other niggaz 

But they ain't got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases 

Snitches, snitches, I know y'all niggaz trying to get us 

Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches 

Niggaz was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail 

That's what snitches is 

Tthat's niggaz with purses nigga, pocket books, nigga 

Niggaz with dresses, snitches 

This for y'all bitches 

To all ya'll niggaz I feel ya muthafuckin' pain 

Watch y'all muthafuckin' self 

The haters got the high beam on 

They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' Cutlasses 

I know who y'all is niggaz