[Too $hort]
80 Seven
We got the block (We got the block)
We got the crack (We got the crack)
We got the money (We got the money)
And we got the straps (Yeah)
[Ice Cube]
I hit a lick with a trick
Nigga said he real, but the nigga counterfeit
Alfred, I knew he wouldn't fit from his outfit
Knowing nothing 'bout shit, but the cow-shit
See y'all loud shit
The vester should've whooped his ass last semester
Like a molester
Now we in the spot, mutherfuckers comin' to arrest us
It's him homie, hit him homie
He gon' tell these pigs where we been homie (Been homie)
Tender as a tenderoni, only phonie mutherfuckers give a testimony against the big homie (Big homie)
Infront of Judge Ito, when he hit the pen, send a torpedo
Bleadin' on the floor cuz he can bury four of us if he hit the court buzz
[Too $hort & Ice Cube]
How many niggas gon' tell? (Say what)
How many niggas gon' tell? (Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell? (What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell? (They get you a early release out of jail)
[E-40]
Four murkish niggas and a stolie (Stolie)
'Bout to pull a lick, with 30 round clips
They fist the back door, they hoe me
But he got Ring cameras and arsenal, like the army
One of the murkish niggas brought, told the homie they finna rob
To be prepared to stay woke, because they comin' for your throat
They homie they finna rob got some commas
Told his girlfriend and kids to spend a night at her momma's
Turned off the lights and left the TV's on
So it look like he was home, but he was really gone
He can check the surveillance through his phone (Through his phone)
Get notifications when it's on (When it's on)
Try to keep bringing up his newborn daughter
The shooters wanna know if he can hold water
'Cause his body type is frail, he can't make it in a cell
Like the opposite of his, he gon' tell (Biatch)
[Too $hort & Ice Cube]
How many niggas gon' tell?
How many niggas gon' tell? (Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell? (What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell? (They get you a early release out of jail)
[Snoop Dogg]
The main nigga talkin' 'bout he never tell
Now he flossin' in the hood leaving a paper trail
Lying ass nigga going straight to hell
First time I heard about his shit, I ain't take it well
Nigga in the hood tellin' everybody
Baby mama in her brand-new Maserati (Ooh wee)
Told his side nigga she was fuckin' with me
Funky dogg, had nothing ass bitch
Got a word out, the feds knockin' at your daddy house
Meeting at the park, after dark
Nigga didn't even try and play it smart, couldn't play his part
Snitch-ass nigga got the same heart
Police talkin' that jail time
He will smoke you a sigg and tuck your tail-time, you's a bitch
Nigga tellin' on everybody on the stand
Judge said "Point him out", that nigga use both his hands
[Too $hort & Ice Cube]
How many niggas gon' tell? (Say what)
How many niggas gon' tell?(Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell?(What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell? (They get you a early release out of jail)
[Too $hort]
They try to turn you against me
Him against you, make us enemies
Then we all crew, now what happend
It's no big mystery
Homeboy, you need to know your history
It's too bad, 'cause when we got the crack
You made money off the hood, but did you ever give it back?
You used it like poison, brought all your boys in
Automatic weapons, make a lot of noise when
Mutherfuckers come through, straight tryin' to jump you
Tryna take your block, nigga's tryna punk you
You make a lot of money of them jugglers, that's a fact
All you gotta do is keep the monkey on they back
The thug life gave us a reason to fight
You caught snitchin', you might lose your life
But no matter what you say, no matter what you do
If we all stick together, we can all pull through
[Too $hort & Ice Cube]
How many niggas gon' tell? (Say what)
How many niggas gon' tell? (Damn)
How many niggas gon' tell? (What you say?)
How many niggas gon' tell? (They get you a early release out of jail)
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