Rapp Snitch Knishes (feat. Mr. Fantastik)

Rap snitches, tellin' all their business

Sit in the court and be their own star witness

Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, I'm right here

Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years, uh

Rap snitches, tellin' all their business

Sit in the court and be their own star witness

Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, I'm right here

Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years

Type profile low, like A in Paid in Full

Attract heavy cash, 'cause the game's centripetal

Mister Fantastik, long dough like elastic

Guard my life with twin Glocks that's made out of plastic

Can't stand a brown-nosin' **** fake-ass bastard

Admirin' my style, tour bus through Manhattan

Plottin', plan the quickest, my flow's the sickest

My hoes be the thickest, my dro the stickiest

Street ****, stamped and bonafide

When beef jump, **** come get me 'cause they know I ride

True to the ski mask, New York's my origin

Play a fake gangsta like an old accordion

Accordin' to him, when the D's rushed in

Complication from the wire, testimony was thin

Called his man to go up north, the boy hit him again

Lame rap snitch **** even told on the Mexican

Rap snitches, tellin' all their business

Sit in the court and be their own star witness

Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, I'm right here

Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years (Uh)

Rap snitches, tellin' all their business

Sit in the court and be their own star witness

Do you see the perpetrator? Yeah, I'm right here

Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years

True, there's rules to this shit, fools dare care

Everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fear

Yeah, yeah, tell 'em tell it on the mountain hill

Runnin' up they mouth bill, everybody doubtin' still

Informer, keep it up and get tested

Pop through the bubble vest or double-breasted

He keep a lab down south in the little beast

So much heat you woulda thought it was the Middle East

A little grease always keeps the wheels a-spinnin'

Like sittin' on twenty-threes to get the squealers grinnin'

Hittin' on many trees, feel real linen

Spittin' on enemies, get the steel for tin men

Where no brains, but gum flap

He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap

Son, shut your trap, save it for the bitches

Mmm, delicious, rap snitch knishes

You know'm sayin'? (It's terrible)

Crazy man, I'm just analyzin' this whole game

This is bugged out, man, **** is snitchin'

Tellin' on they own self (It's a horror, yo)

Fuck around, could get everybody bagged, man (Atrocities)

Fuck around and get yo' mama bagged, ****

You know your grandma used to be bootleggin'

Fake hustlin' ****