Snitch [Radio Version]

[Intro: Obie Trice Eminem, Akon]

AKON: {Convict}

EMINEM: (Yeah, haha haha SHADY)

AKON: {Convict Music}

EMINEM: (Guess who's back)

OBIE TRICE: Still here, haters

AKON: Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah

OBIE TRICE: Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?

Whatcha gonna do?

AKON: Take em on back to the street

[Chorus: Akon]

I keep the thing on my side,

Stepping with the mind state of a mobster,

You see a n**** pass by,

Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya,

Got glocks for sale, drop tops 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

[Obie Trice]

It's risky, the chick tend to rise out a simpa

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 for days

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 Reservoir Dogs

You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable

When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'

[Hook, Obie]

No ex and oh's, guess that's how it goes

When friends turn to foes

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]

We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest

Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's

Recondences when we peep enemies on us

Been in these corners, selling like anything on us

Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors

That ain't got s*** to do with the tea in China

We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us

Mean time 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 y***[1] with soda powder[2]

Who woulda known he would fold and cower

Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonald's

So...

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]

Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full

So he move to a rural area to keep cool

They snitching on a snitch now, there's nothing to tell

Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell

Ain't trying to meet new faces, this don't interest me

Even if we bubble slow, we get it eventually

No penitentiary, there will be no climincy

You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century

These cats is rats now, the streets need d-con[3]

That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on em

Stop snitching, you asked for the life your living

This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is

Forbidden to send a n**** to prison if you been in it

Along with em and then snitch and become hidden

So...

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]

You rat bastard (bastard)

• Artist:Obie Trice