No Snitchin

[Hook: Bun B] This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas Northside, Southside, chunk ya deuce up This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas Eastside, Westside, chunk ya deuce up [Verse 1] Plenty niggas get they head turned red for the bread Start off with the information, load it up in ya head Couldn't hold it, so it turned out its sumthin' he said What he tell the FEDS (need someone to call) Your decision was to snitchin' and they was there to listen When he told what he know, said they barely was trippin' Less time, now the niggas in a better position Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin' He was lookin at a 30 but he only did 10 How them years turn to months, can he tell you dat, and He ain't really gotta answer, just the sweat in his hands Will he make it out to make it, hmmm well it depends Everybody know the info you was tellin ya friends Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen Russian Roulette, yep nigga bet the barrel will spin You hear that, yea nigga thats the sound of revenge [Hook: Chamillionaire] Walk down the right road, cause the streets is so cold You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it Listen to the G-Code If you know what I know Then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep ur mouth closed nigga) We don't tolerate snitches [Hook] [Verse 2] If you gon live that crime life, I hope you hold dat 9 tight You live life like a pussy then thats probably what you'll die like I neva eva loved a sucka, them ain't really my type Rats, snakes, yea mayne the game is full of wildlife Don't wanna do no time right? You wanna live that high life Like go withdrawl, have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight Enter ya crib, see the clouds peepin' through ya skylight You be a copycat, caught him right after my life, cause mine right Thats what he told me but I didn't listen Doin crime for a dime wasn't my intention You insane, think his name sumthin' I will mention Only snitches (need someone to tell) Alotta niggas in the game, hustlin' doin they thing Usin codes on the phone with unusual slang If you know what he know then you won't say a thing You wouldn't need someone to tell Careful bout the life you lead, ain't smart with ya life You plead, the streets will ignite ya T Like you ain't got the right to breathe (Cough) To choke on the realness Reality is what the fake don't know how to deal with Words leak from the teeth, but he'll say seal it Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with Find a nigga that be hustlin to make a deal with But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it [Hook] [Hook] [Verse 3] This for the G's, street jugglin, movin the fire When you talkin' what you talkin' it ain't through the wire Police pull you over, now they callin' you a liar You got amnesia, don't even know the dude beside ya You don't know, you ain't sayin, you ain't heard what he said Told you a closed mouth ain't gon neva get fed A open mouth'll get you county instead of the FEDS Some scared niggas speak up so they'll be less in the red Niggas can't deal with no 9 to 5 so they day-to-day budgeters Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers You upstate, niggas use to be southerners Here the streets make the laws and don't answer the governors We the niggas thats too real to snitch on a snitch But make a snitch turn to poof with a flick of the wrist That ain't gon get in arguements, just go get you a clip And they gon think about the consequences, let 'em repent [Hook] [Hook] [Talking] Man hold up, you a real nigga and you ain't got nuthin to say When they come question you, just keep it 100 And go ahead and chunk ya deuce up