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Obie Trice, Akon

Last update on: July 25, 2017
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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

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