Snitches

   
Snitches, snitches get stitches    
They’ll say whatever it takes to get out of deep ditches    
They’ll talk about whoever they can and rat out    
It’s a blame game for them when they're trying to chase clout    
   
Snitches will sing like a canary up and down the scale    
They will tell the tale like their loyalty is up for sale    
They have no allegiance when it comes to their squad    
Blabbing on just about everyone and swear on God    
   
Snitches will leak their business without hesitation    
Then they’ll cover their own asses to avoid incarceration    
But to the criminal element they'll be known as traitors    
Even if they participated, they’ll point out perpetrators    
   
Snitches run their mouths like it’s a hearty party cheer    
It’s as if squealing feels so appealing for everyone to hear    
They will play thug in the streets and try to act hard    
But might get what’s coming to them if they’re out in the yard    
   
Snitches, snitches get stitches when they talk too much    
Jumping in getting in and out of trouble like it’s double Dutch    
They can’t keep a secret when it comes to their crimes    
Spilling the beans in court because they’re afraid to do time