Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
4-Tay, after ya
Tapped in with the gaffla
Yeah
And D-Shot, baby
From the black hole
A hundred, a hundred, a hundred, a hundred or more
Uh-huh
13-2-4 Magazine, baby
You know I love you, boy
Snitches, bitches whisperin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
Snitches, bitches whisperin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
Fishtailin' up in the mob, doin' donuts
After the party actin' on, we got this motherfucker sold up
Gossipin', so cloudy as I need oxygen
Keep one in the chamber, know these suckers watchin'
For the slip up, switch up, or else you might not make it home
Front page read the homie took one to the dome
But where was the entourage?
Where was the niggas who had his back?
They probably froze up, then rose up, then come with a gat
I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay
About to tell you 'bout these scandalous ass freaks 'round my way
While I commence to bust, I'm operating like a surgeon
Gimme the mic so I can pop this sick ass virgin
About these dirty livin' gold diggin' vultures
Homie, wake up, wake up, 'cause it's the folks that's
Snitches, bitches whisperin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
Snitches, bitches whisperin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
They ain't listenin', they ain't listenin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
Snitches, bitches whisperin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
I'm a fuckin' shootin' star like Halley's Comet
Game so sick I make a square bitch vomit
James Bond AR-15 blow atomic
Six million dollar man, Demojah flow bionic
Trail blaze niggas, steal bars, supersonic
Pimp hoes psychotic, this product from the projects
I hate bitch niggas, guess I'm racist like the Ku Klux
Come out the Benz with my tool up
Your block, I'm 'bout to shoot up
Your funds insufficient, little homie, get your loot up
To fuck with my cap, you gotta work it out and boot up
Bricks 14, triple stacks, two bucks
Your girl is a squirrel, she climbed my tree and ate two nuts
She blew up, yeah, now Demojah get the moolah
A fooler with my tool, Matt Damon, the movie shooter
Thirty-odd-six, the barrel like two rulers
I know I'm on you rap niggas' brain like a tumor
Snitches, bitches whisperin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
Snitches, bitches whisperin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
They ain't listenin', they ain't listenin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
Snitches, bitches whisperin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
Like 4-Tay said, as I step back in the game
I see all these fakers, haters, busters, suckers
False niggas appearin' as real with little girly type ways
They ain't tryin' to get paid
'Cause if they did, they'd grow some long branches on they arms
Spread the love to they homies on they arms
Nobody got rich all by they self
They put the team together and they all created wealth
Together we stand, divided we fall
Remember that, partner, I'ma always ball
I'm shot caller, partner, you didn't know?
I'm from the C-L-I-C-K, partner, you didn't know?
All you snitches gotta stop snitchin'
Get your mind right, have your game on tight
Be a real cat, if you catch a case
Ride it out, player, 'cause you the one that got caught
Snitches, bitches whisperin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
Snitches, bitches whisperin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
They ain't listenin', they ain't listenin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?
Snitches, bitches whisperin'
Why you think niggas ain't listenin'?