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[Intro: Obie Trice + (Eminem) {Akon}]{Convict}(Yeah,haha haha SHADY){Convict Music}(Guess who's back)Still here, haters{Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah}Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?Whatcha gonna do?{Take em on back to the street}[Chorus: Akon]I keep the 40 cal on my side,Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster,See a nigga pass by,Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya,Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale,Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon lace you,Just don't, whatever you do, SnitchCause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah[Obie Trice]It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a niggaIt's history, Snitch, who decided he's a memberOnce he got pinched, coincided with lawSame homie say he lay it down for the boyBrought game squad around oursHow could it be? Been homies since Superman drawsOnly foniness never came to parHe had us, a true neighborhood actorHad his back with K'sNow we see through him like X-Ray'sCuffed in that Adam carNo matter, his loss, we at him, it's warKnowing not to cross those resevoir dogsYou helped plant seeds just to be a vegetableWhen we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho[Hook]No ex and oh's, tex calicosAim at your chest nicca[Chorus][Obie Trice]We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honestPrivate conferences when we eat, Benihana'sRecondences when we peep enemies on usBeen in these corners, sellin like anything on usKnowing heaven has shown us being devil's minorsThat ain't got shit to do with the tea in ChinaWe gon keep the grind up til death come find usMean time leanin in them European whips reclined upIt's an eye for an eye for the ridersWe ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivorsPo Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's oursWe vow this, mixing yayo with soda powderWho woulda known he would fold and cowerOnce the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds[Hook][Chorus][Obie Trice]Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game fullSo he move to a rural area to keep coolThey snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tellNowadays, your circles should be small as hellAin't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest meEven if we bubble slow, we get it eventuallyNo penitentary, there will be no climincyYou will meet the lowest snitch in given us a centuryThese cats is rats now, the streets need deconThat's how they react now, weak when the heat's on emStop snitchin, you asked for the life your livingThis act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It isForbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in itAlong with em and then snitch and become hidden[Hook][Chorus][Obie Trice]You rat bastard
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