[Cormega]  Your depiction of a thug nigga, is fiction  Your words hung my nigga lines were drawn  You sided with the judge I ain't a hater  I don't love squellers thats me  You have the audacity to talk like you real  Nigga you fold under pressure, my life is real  You sold your soul to detectives I could get you murdered  But you dying a slow death denying you told yet  The truth came to light you a fake nigga  You helped the D.A.'s case my nigga  Fuck your life I hate the side of your face nigga  Only a fake nigga would respect you  You went against the cause and signed papers  The signatures yours thats that bullshit pardon me  ?Sammy the bullshit? take the stand betraying the fam  Should have kept it real you put your fate in ya hand  I guess thats the way it was planned    (Hook) [Cormega]  There's a a thin line between love and hate and you crossed it  You had respect around the way and you lost it  If a coward dies a thousand deaths how you gon' live?  Nigga you get no love    [Cormega]  Death before dishonor  You sacrificed your breath so respect a nigga power in jail  I get you hit up in the shower  I'm a real nigga I walk the streets with pride  I'm the turth, you living a lie  You a part-time prosecuter, full time ?hosa?  I right rhymes with great'ness you write statements nigga  And think the streets don't know  Tssk, yo it was all good just a week ago  How could you live with being the D.A.'s witness  And knowing ya names associated with snitches  You could pray for forgiveness I'ma fact you a stool pigeon  Ain't nothing you can do nigga, might I mention  Only a bitch would snitch to get a lighter sentence  Take it like a man nigga like official prints and cornbread nigga  I'm a warrior you deserve a bullet in ya head nigga    (Hook)    [Cormega]  Uhh, I'm tired of you coming through like snitching justifiable  I once admired you, you rap bastard  Ain't no need to explain you not my man  Everytime you give me five I wash my hands  What nigga, M-E-G-A bitch tell the D.A. bricks  I move in three days not including the grindin  What polluted ya mind was it alluded time  my words are exulted yours ruin lives  You a disgrace to ya race I'm true to mine  All my doggs doing time, no before I side with the law  I rather ride with the fours and deprive you of your, coward exsistence  You probably send ya momma to prison to beat a sentence BITCH!    (Hook)