Snitch Queen

If you tell-I go to jail
No plea bargain, no appeal-no motherfucking bail
Thought you was down with your boy, but I guess I was wrong
Soon as you got caught you start singing the snitching song
Running your mouth like a bitch if you know what I mean
Not an ordinary snitch, but a motherfucking snitch queen
But he must have forgot who was down with him from the start
Now I know he got a pussy where he should have a heart

You ain’t worth a fucking dollar, but a rusty dime
Dropping em like a motherfucka-so consider yourself slow dying
Because if I don’t kick your ass in the cell-I’ll get you in the street
Cause you grief-blowing up your mama’s house when the bitch is sleep
The cops must be mind-reading, because they found out my plan
Putting you in protective custody-God-motherfuckin damn!!
But one way or another your snitch queen ass will get touched
Yeah bitch-bastard your snitching ass is fucked

(10 Years Later)
My pockets used to be fat; they used to be filthy rich
Now I’m in a dark cell, smelling somebodies funky piss
Wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for the snitch queen
Now everyday I’m becoming more lean
But the leaner I get-the madder I get
And the shit you done I’ll never forget
The motherfucka I’m in here with is lying in a puddle of blood
Because just like him-you gets no love

Now ten years have passed and I’m back on the street
And next to a piece of pussy-you’re snitching ass I definitely want to meet
Your mama’s house swish cheesed-your baby mama’s house burnt down
After your grandma rode the D-Train, found out you lived across town
Riding six deep with homies you sent to jail
Now snitch it’s time to catch motherfuckin hell
Kicking down your front door, chasing you out of your home
Now your facing six guns pointed at your dome
You can call it snitcher’s act right
Now motherfucka it’s time to give you a permanent good night