[Intro: Fes Taylor] Yea, I know I said I wouldn't do a part 2 to this shit (y'all motherfuckers) But I realized the only thing I could was spit a rap at y'all niggaz (y'all motherfuckers) Cuz I know if I start spitting slugs, y'all niggaz is telling (y'all motherfuckers)
[Fes Taylor] I can't believe my fucking ears (my ears) I hear dead niggaz talking, must be the buddha and beers I ain't scared like Bonecrusher Cuz I'm a lone hustler, and you a broke hustler Trying to get a loan from customers Taylor 2 Fly, I break up marriages Now they call me Muzzles, kick babies out of carriages (watch me niggaz) You mention my son, you nervous niggaz twitching with guns You a losing nigga wishing they won I speak out, had to petition the slums My ambition becomes, now I sew it like the stitches is done Where the fuck the snitches is from? Long Island icea tea niggaz Yea, my song is violent, fight these niggaz If I clap they'll have indictments on my niggaz So, only thing to do, write it like a scripture Picture you put your man on, he turn tampon Push a stamp on his forehead, niggaz all dead Softer than cornbread, selling fake extasy pills Fuck around, be the next to be chilled
[Chorus: Fes Taylor] Niggaz is telling, right, watch what you saying, son Fucking let a shot off, that'll make the neighbors run Gus chased you through the mall, how is you hard? Put a A.P.B. out, got a coward at large
[Fes Taylor] I sick the wolves on him, if you him, Suge want him Cuz I know this niggaz shook like Suge want him Last time you said Specs name, it was in the court Now you got the nerve to say his name on tracks for support He'll smack you up, remember you was on tour with us And the black bitches said you couldn't fuck Even Specs beat you up, he was running ya house Now this rat-ass nigga crawling out his mouse Doust ya clothes, the smell of a foul smoke How I broke my vocals like a pound of dope The results too local, I hold a calico All over the States, I know all of you cowards, yo Amittyville Horror, I'm so sorry To the family of the victim, but he like yard weed So we smoke him after we lick him that's when his soul leave Snitches get thrown in the ditches, that's how it's supposed to be (Die!) Specs wrote to me, I told you, I got you, baby Jim Licks, is you out ya fucking cockamamee mind? I could pop him any time, got glocks and semi 9s Even if they catch me, tell the judge I was aiming blind I ain't see a thing, I don't know nothing Yea, I know ya lips running telling police, yea they into something
[Hook 2X: Fes Taylor] Snitches must die, snitches must die, snitches must die
[Outro: Fes Taylor] How many motherfucking times? DIE MOTHERFUCKERS! See I gotta be coming out of my character I'm usually on some cool out shit, nah mean? (It's Park Hill, baby) I realized, I'm just gon' have to embarass y'all niggaz, nah mean? Make it so everywhere y'all walk it's like \"Snitches!\" Put that stamp on ya fucking forehead, nah mean? Let everybody know you was a fucking rat-ass nigga I ain't gon' touch you, man, nah I'm saying? Cuz my niggaz trying to get this bread, nah mean? We don't need no more of my niggaz to be locked up Cuz of y'all bitch-ass niggaz, nah mean? Y'all faggot-ass niggaz be rat-ass niggaz Jim Licks, motherfucking, One Shot Motherfucking J the Bird, Big Perm All y'all snitch-ass niggaz It's like I'm gonna start shouting y'all out, The Snitch Crew The Snitch Crew...
