Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove & Par Da’God
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove
Mr. Groove & Par Da’God
Stop snitchin'
Stop snitchin'
Stop snitchin'
Stop snitchin'
Verse one:
They say a threat is a threat whether real or perceived
And if you box a nigga in then he gone squeeze
So I toat the box with the beam and take measures to the extreme
When I'm chasin' the american dream
It was an out of town trip to transport bricks
Ready to mix up the fix and hit the block and pitch
Nigga this twist of event's was assign went over the borderline
And well beyond the realm of design
You see we transacted paper on a regular basis
And we only dealt with familiar faces to stay away from surveillance
On this particular day the pack was 14 stacks
So he brought out 28 so I could make it a match
I was supposed to rendezvous at a quarter to two
With my man Lou across from the Bayou
It was simple math, give dap trade bags and be out
But when there's death in the air it's hard to see what he bout
Hook:
Who would've thought that your man would switch hands
It's supposed to be death before dishonor
Till your breath is no longer
Who would've thought that when the thickness became thin
That your man with your back
Would go and stick the knife in
Who would've thought that your man would testify
When you both come from the code
That you live and let die
Who would've thought that I'd have to clap my so called friend
For the careless whispers spit in the wind
Ain't that a bitch?
Verse two:
Now I knew Lou from High School
Sittin' in a two toned Brougham
With hundred spokes sittin' low on the chrome
He was all about them frankies I was dealin' with them colored hankies
But in the end it was mutual respect
Didn't take long to connect, he took me under his wing
And put me on the team with a quarter thing
And all he asked for in return was my loyalty
And if the the situation was raised spark my signature flame we was royalty
Matched up Range with blew out brains
Iced out chains all from Peruvian 'cain
Nigga them stars rose for seven years we patrolled with the snow
Then the Feds came and tried to dam up the flow
We agreed to abandon ship and I was to dip
Into another local then drop my anchor and sit
I didn't trip blazed the lanes and set up shop in the Mile
While my nigga would re-organize and put the smash down
Hook:
Who would've thought that your man would switch hands
It's supposed to be death before dishonor
Till your breath is no longer
Who would've thought that when the thickness became thin
That your man with your back
Would go and stick the knife in
Who would've thought that your man would testify
When you both come from the code
That you live and let die
Who would've thought that I'd have to clap my so called friend
For the careless whispers spit in the wind
Verse three:
Five calendars passed by and I had em sky high
With my new team running supply
In 2002 Lou along with his new crew
Caught a distribution case that knocked him back for a few
He was my nigga back then so he my nigga for life
So I hit him off with kites and I kept his books right
He asked me for loyalty and that's what he received
But unaware to me it seems he switched up the team
I guess they don't make niggas like they used too
Caught in a pinch my nigga turned rat and became a snitch
Ain't that a bitch
Fast forward to the Bayou trip
I seen my homie after five we transactin' a switch
Somethin' in the air's funny now the money's in choke
I turned around so I could dip and I could see through the smoke
I was caught up in a trap cuhz Lou spit it through the wire
So I turned around and hit em with that signature fire
Hook:
Who would've thought that your man would switch hands
It's supposed to be death before dishonor
Till your breath is no longer
Who would've thought that when the thickness became thin
That your man with your back
Would go and stick the knife in
Who would've thought that your man would testify
When you both come from the code
That you live and let die
Who would've thought that I'd have to clap my so called friend
For the careless whispers spit in the wind
Ain't that a bitch?
Who Woulda Thought was written by Mr. Groove.
Who Woulda Thought was produced by Truescribe.
Mr. Groove released Who Woulda Thought on Wed Sep 12 2012.