Convict, yeah   Shady, Convict music   Guess who's back?   Still we're here, haters      Akon and Obie Trice, yeah   Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?   Whatcha gonna do?   Take 'em all back to the street      I keep the 40 cal on my side   Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster   You see a nigga pass by   Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya      Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale   Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you   Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch   'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah      It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga   It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member   Once he got pinched, coincided with law   Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy      Brought game squad around ours   How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws   Only phoniness never came to par   He had us, a true neighborhood actor      Had his back with K's   Now we see through him like X-ray's, cuffed in that Adam car   No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war   Knowin' not to cross those Reservoir Dogs   You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable   When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'      No ex and oh's, tex calicos   Aim at your chest nigga      I keep the 40 cal on my side   Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster   You see a nigga pass by   Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya      Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale   Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you   Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch   'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah      We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest   Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's   Reconnaissance when we peep enemies on us   Been on these corners, sellin' like anythin' on us   Knowin' heaven has shown us being devil's minors   That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China      We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us   Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up   It's eye for an eye for the riders   We ain't tryin' to get locked up, we soul survivors      Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours   We vow this, mixin' yayo with soda powder   Who woulda known he would fold and cower   Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonald's      So it's no ex and oh's, tex calicos   Aim at your chest nigga      I keep the 40 cal on my side   Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster   You see a nigga pass by   Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya      Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale   Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you   Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch   'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah      Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full   So he move to a rural area to keep cool   They snitchin' on a snitch now, it's nothin' to tell   Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell      Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me   Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually   No penitentiary, there will be no clemency   You will meet the lowest, Snitch, in given us a century      These cats is rats now, the streets need decon   That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em   Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'   This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map   It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it   Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden      So it's no ex and oh's, tex calicos   Aim at your chest nigga      I keep the 40 cal on my side   Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster   You see a nigga pass by   Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya      Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale   Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you   Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch   'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah      You rat, bastard