RATS

You a rat. Bitin' down on cheese for a livin'
You why real Gs never leave prison
While bitch mades run the streets to keep snitching
You why the block ain't clickin'

Homie you tellin'. That ain't no secret. Runnin' 'round frontin' like people ain't peepin
Pussy I peeped it. You be in the precinct, Helpin' NYPD put together all the pieces
Tellin' on your fam, Tellin' on your mans, Out scared because you know a hard time in the can bout'
You's an informant, G's wanna air you out, That's why he tells swine every crime that he hear about
You a snake, You ain't even got a soul, Real homies can't wait to see them put you in a hole
So you be on the low, Lookin' straight noid' cause you know when hitters come they gonna come with them toys
Suppressor on the barrel so they don't make no noise for these bitch made pussies what they sayin' to the boys
You done made a choice that you gon' have to live with; Run and tell a pig about another man's business
Frontin' like you live but you ain't never did shit, Coward you ain't nothin' but a suspect witness

You a rat. Bitin' down on cheese for a livin'
You why real Gs never leave prison
While bitch mades run the streets to keep snitching
You why the block ain't clickin'

When shit hit the fan, He the one to turn state, He gonna wanna turn to the Jake
He gonna bring on the (?)faces over to your place, He gonna have em' wavin' badges and guns in your face
He don't wanna go to jail, He gonna do just what it take, He gonna get you on camera or get you on tape
You ain't ever know until it really too late, He talkin' to them boys hopin' he can get a break
They wouldn't have a case if he kept his mouth closed but he a straight certified Donnie Brasco
So you know when it's time, He gonna die slow, Eyes open while he's tryin' to speak to 5-0
Nah he ain't live, He don't bang, He ain't gully, He the coward with the perm that can't play em' barely
It's a goddamn shame we ain't flame him in a hurry, Now he gonna take the stand and explain it to the jury

You a rat. Bitin' down on cheese for a livin'
You why real Gs never leave prison
While bitch mades run the streets to keep snitching
You why the block ain't clickin'

You a rat. / Bitin' down on cheese for a livin'
You why real Gs never leave prison
While bitch mades run the streets to keep snitching
You why the block ain't clickin'