Snitchn Bitches

[Intro]
Like dis...
(No love fo' em)
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em

[Refrain]
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' 'em
...These bitches
No love fo' 'em

[Verse 1: Tom Skeemask]
I made them niggas stick 'em up, stick 'em up, fool, it's time to lay ya down
Bitch the fuckin' scope is comin' from the fuckin' underground
Blast from the Past was my fuckin' name with Skeemask
Niggas Of Destruction had to get that muthafuckin' last laugh
Disrespect my pimpin' I'm gonna have to catch ya with a mothafuckin' slug
Fool, you should know that was aimed at yo' fuckin' mug
Time to catch this nigga slippin' talkin' all that weak shit
You got some ana' on yo' chest, bring it to the fuckin' streets
Check out my nine, look at my ride, [?] mothafucka' straight from the [?] line
Do you know the fuckin' scope or should you know the fuckin' time?
You and yo' momma's talkin' shit, both you bitches finna get lynched
With me and my nigga MacKyle from the N.O.D. gangsta clique
'Zno got the fo'ty-fo', Tec got the nine millimeter, fool
[?] come and pick up the rest of the fuckin' crew
Dawg, I'mma holla' as I'm chiefin' on a fuckin' blunt
Put the bitches in the trunk, 'cause there's no love for them, punk
These bitches

[Refrain]
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
...These bitches
No love fo' em

[Verse 2: ???]
Oh, it's so early one Saturday morning, po-po' breakin' in my front door
My brand new Nike Air [?] tiptoe and pulls up and across my bedroom floor
So high, smoked out, runnin', stumblin' towards the front do'
I'm livin' in Dixie Homes, got me blind from the second flo'
Outside I hear that blue was lookin' try to find me
When I hizzear one of the po-po' five-oh's speakin' a' mention a robbery
That Al-Al committed the night before, that busta' musta' slipped, put them [?] on
Nigga while stuck up that bizzle and kicked him off the bridge
[?] in the scenery, low profilin' to my hideaway
I plotted me a scheme so me 'n that bitch must snitch that hoe done made my day
Times pass, hollow-tip bullets look [?] 'n the type of the forty-fo's
I'm slingin' out my [?], I'm slippin' on a mask, no fingerprint gloves on
Steppin' and whippin', this [?] 'n a pistol, bitch, I slip in through the window
So slick I creep [?] sleep a rude awakening on that hizzoe
Kinda like a-actin' like a psycho, [?] bitches make me clizzy quick
I pull the hammer, slammin', ain't no love for a sickenin' bitch

[Refrain]
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
...These bitches
No love fo' em

[Verse 3: ???]
I gots no love for these bitches, and I gots my reasons why
I had this bitch who I thought was straight but set me up to die
Well, my story goes like this, G: I had this bitch that [?]
But my niggas was always sayin' that she was droppin' off the pussy
But my young, dumb ass was in love with this trick bitch
And I never figured that a trick bitch would ever put me in some fuckshit
(Man, was that pussy fat?) "Damn, so good," I was thinkin' with my dick head
But thinkin' with my dick head got me fucked up with the feds
That bitch throw me out like a goin'-out-of-business sale
[?] in jail make a [?] bail, locked down in this fuckin' cell
I promise when I get out I'm gon' murder that bitch
Hit the jug with the main lick [?] on my fuckin' shit, ca'nna put that bitch in the ditch
White is the mask gripped up to the house with the grip on my fo'ty-fo'
Kick down the do', looks on the flo', and guess who I saw with the hoe?
The captain of the feds, gettin' head, this fo'ty-fo' blowed 'im
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches, I got no love fo' em

[Refrain]
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love fo' em
These bitches