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Hey, let me clarify something for you You're looking at a lot of fucking time So this is completely up to you We can do this the easy way (Snitch) Or we can do it the hard way (Snitch) I need some fucking information (Snitch) And I need it, right now (Snitch) This your motherfuckin' conscience, nigga don't even do it Don't start actin' like a bitch 'cause you forgot where you goin' You made choices that done put you here and now you just ruined And I don't care 'bout why you did it or who got you influenced Nah, don't listen to that nigga, that ain't good advice If you cooperate then it's your chance to save your life Just tell 'em what thеy wanna know, and you won't pay the price Some would call it snitchin', but for mе I call it make it right Man fuck that "make it right shit", you gotta sit, do your bid You should've thought about this shit, before you did what you did Give a fuck about your family or your bitch or your kids You either gon' respect the code or your gon' get what you give Who gives a fuck about the codes? No one follow codes We both know that jail ain't the place you wanna go Somebody fuckin' on your bitch, you tryna call her phone If I was you I'd tell them boys everything they wanna know Psssh, okay, let's think about this, let's embrace it Let's make an illustration Letras de cancionesLet's say you switch up with it and bitch up and make a statement Now niggas in jail, that nigga ain't tellin', had no snitch temptations Now you might be free but you might get killed for givin' up information And if you don't get killed then that's a wrap Everybody gon' know you as a rat Won't get no respect for the rest of your life, nobody will know you after that You might just run but you never could hide How long you hopin' that'll last, 'fore they catch you slippin' and give you somethin' that you know you had to have? Fuck that, let's say you keep your mouth shut and take the blame for it Now you need money on your books ain't no one payin' for it No visitations or no letters, you've been waitin' for That pussy you've been cravin' for, you may not get laid no more And all them niggas that you call your brothers'll be ghost The only one who got you is your mother if you close A bunch of niggas screamin' free you and makin' posts No one show up to your trial, niggas pray that you get smoked Man, please tell me you ain't 'bout to take this suckas advice? Your kids'll grow up, knowin' that you just a sucka for life Lackin' morals and integrity, it come with a price And if you fold then you should know, that we ain't nothin' alike And if you leavin' here tonight, you better cop a burner Don't fuck around and be somebody ain't nobody heard of Now here's your choice be a man or be somebody murdered It's either you can take the stand or you'll be Bobby Shmurda Free Bobby Shmurda (Shmurda, Shmurda, Shmurda, Shmurda) Alright So it was me, C-Dot, Killa, Rico and Vic Cut the shit (Shit, shit, shit) Who is Rico? Who is Vic? (Snitch) I want their real names (Snitch) Killa's name is Jonathan Taylor (Snitch) And Rico's Michael McCormick (Snitch) And Vic (Snitch), he was the person, pretty much He was like the head of the operation Snitch (Snitch, snitch) Snitch (Snitch, snitch) Snitch (Snitch, snitch) Snitch (Snitch, snitch) What's up now, nigga? *Gunshot* From Letras Mania