Tattle Teller Lyrics - Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon - Tony Yayo

I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller 

You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga 

You coward nigga, you teller nigga 

Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller 

I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller 

You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga 

You coward nigga, you teller nigga 

Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller 

There's rats in the street and rats in the jail 

In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell 

Shit, Steven Seagal, I used to love his karate 

But even he snitched, he told on Peter Gotti 

Pillow talk wit'cha girl about that German Ruger 

Got her in a small room with the prosecutor 

Watch ya shooter, them feds givin' years for them guns 

And there's nowhere to hide, when the marshals come 

D.A. don't play, giving life off of hearsay 

And right hand on the stand for conspiracy 

Kingpin charges and that RICO law 

Got agents in your spot for them bricks of raw 

And people tellin' on you that you never saw 

Like your next door neighbor that live on your floor 

The game over, man everybody wanna snitch 

Fat cat and Alpo nigga started this shit 

I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller 

You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga 

You coward nigga, you teller nigga 

Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller 

I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller 

You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga 

You coward nigga, you teller nigga 

Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller 

Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged 

He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past 

Now he rattin' on his co-d's, snitchin' on his homies 

To government officials and D.S. attorneys 

He told about his lifestyle and old war stories 

The brawl in B-more in the stall with them shorties 

Out of town trips, cocaine connects 

He told about the ratchets, fo'-fifths and tecs 

He snitched about the diesel, stashed in the ceiling 

He bragged about them kids that caught bodies in his building 

He told on himself and told on his right hand 

He talked about taxes and credit card scams 

Joe took the stand, he sold his soul 

But little did he know he dug a deeper hole 

He lied on his friends and the judge flipped on him 

Now he in Fort Dix with a man's dick on him 

I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller 

You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga 

You coward nigga, you teller nigga 

Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller 

I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller 

You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga 

You coward nigga, you teller nigga 

Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller 

Death before dishonor, what happened to that? 

Them wolves in lamb's clothing is the ones that's rat 

Nicky Barnes and Alpo, cat and freeze 

I heard ta-ta tellin' just to get that cheese 

Pipe on death row, they told on Pete 

They the reason that pistol ain't on the street 

Chris Portello, yeah he used to fuck with Madonna 

The south beach king is, federal informer 

Homey watch the corner, slingin' that crack 

That kid C K told on O G mack 

Sammy the bull man, he the biggest of them all 

He broke the code, he made the whole mob fall 

Italian Joe Camby, he messed up the game 

He tellin' on his people like Saddam Hussein 

So when you standin' on that corner, chillin' wit'cha fellas 

Kid watch your back for them damn tattle tellers 

I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller 

You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga 

You coward nigga, you teller nigga 

Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller 

I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller 

You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga 

You coward nigga, you teller nigga 

Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller 

And the Sammy the bull award goes to Fat Joe