"Snitch"      [Intro : Obie Trice, (Eminem) & {Akon}]    {Konvict}    (Yeah! Shady!)    {Konvict 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 streets}       [Chorus: Akon]   I keep the 40 cal on my side    Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster    You see a nigga pass by    Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya    Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale    Anything 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 face you, yeah       [Verse 1 : Obie Trice]    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 foniness 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    Knowing not to cross those resevoir 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 nicca       [Chorus: Akon]   I keep the 40 cal on my side    Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster    You see a nigga pass by    Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya    Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale    Anything 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 face you, yeah       [Verse 2 : Obie Trice]   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 anything on us    Knowing 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    Meanwhile leanin in them European whips reclined up    It's an eye for an eye for the riders    We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors    Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours    We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder    Who woulda known he would fold and cower    Once the captain showed, he sold Old MacDonald’s   So no exs and ohs, tex calicos    Aim at your chest nicca       [Chorus: Akon]   I keep the 40 cal on my side    Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster    You see a nigga pass by    Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya    Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale    Anything 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 face you, yeah       [Verse 3: Obie Trice]   Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full    So he move to a rural area to keep cool    He snitchin on a snitch now, there'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 penitentary, there will be no clemency   You will meet the Lord 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 your living    This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is    Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it    Along with em and then snitch and become hidden    So it's no exs and ohs, tex calicos    Aim at your chest nicca       [Chorus: Akon]   I keep the 40 cal on my side    Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster    You see a nigga pass by    Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya    Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale    Anything 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 face you, yeah       [Outro : Obie Trice]    You rat bastard