Artist: Obie Trice featuring Akon & Eminem
Song: Snitch
Album: Snitch 12"/Second Rounds On Me

Obie Trice (Eminem) {Akon}


[Intro]:
{Convict}
(Yeah, SHADY)
{Convict Music}
(Guess who's back)
Still here, haters
{Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah}
Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the streets}

Akon [Chorus]:
I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon lace you
Just don't whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah

Obie Trice [Verse 1]:
It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga
It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member
Once he got pinched, coincided with law
Same homie say he lay it down for the boy
Brought game squad around ours
How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws
Only foniness never came to par
He had us, a true neighborhood actor
Had his back with K's
Now we see through him like X-Ray's
Cuffed in that Adam car
No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war
Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs
You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable
When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho
No ex and oh's, tex calicos
Aim at your chest nicca

Chorus

Obie Trice [Verse 2]:
We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest
Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's
Recondences when we peep enemies on us
Been on these corners, sellin like anything on us
Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors
That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China
We gon keep the grind up til death come find us
Meanwhile leanin in them European whips reclined up
It's an eye for an eye for the riders
We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors
Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours
We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder
Who woulda known he would fold and cower
Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds
So no exs and ohs, tex calicos
Aim at your chest nicca

Chorus

Obie Trice [Verse 3]:
Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full
So he move to a rural area to keep cool
He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell
Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell
Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me
Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually
No penitentary, there will be no climacy
You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century
These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on em
Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living
This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is
Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it
Along with em and then snitch and become hidden
So it's no exs and ohs, tex calicos
Aim at your chest nicca

Chorus

Obie Trice [Outro]:
You rat bastard

Je crois que c'est KONVICT

Thx pour les lyrics.

J'ai une autre version des lyrics (mais flemme de comparer, traduire etc), je vous la mets ici :


[Intro]
Convict....
Yeah...
Haha..
Shady...
Convict music...
Guess who's back...
Still here haters...
Akon and Obie...
Trice...
Yeaaah...
What you gon' do with it A..
What you gon' do

[Hook- Akon]
I keep the 40 cal. on my side
Steppin' with the minstate of a mobster
You see a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sell, red tops for sell
Anything that you need, just believe I'm gon' lace you
Just do whatever you do, snitch
Cause you will get hit and pray I don't face you

[Verse 1- Obie Trice]
Its risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga
His history snitch, who decided he's a member
Once he got pinched, coincided with law
Same homie say he lay it down for the boy
Brought gang squad around ours
How could it be, been homie since superman drawers
Only phonyness never came to paw
He had us, a true neighborhood actor
Had his back with K's, now we see through him like X-Rays
Cuffed in that adam car, no matter his loss
We at him, its war, knowin' not to cross those resevuoir dogs
You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable
When we invest in team, its to the death for sho'
No X and O's, tecs calicos, aimed at your chest nigga

[Hook- Akon]
I keep the 40 cal. on my side
Steppin' with the minstate of a mobster
You see a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sell, red tops for sell
Anything that you need, just believe I'm gon' lace you
Just do whatever you do, snitch
Cause you will get hit and pray I don't face you

[Verse 2- Obie Trice]
Started out as a crew, when one speak its all honest
Privated conferences when we eat, Benny ???
?????? when we peep, enemies on us
Been in these corners, sellin' like anything on us
Knowin' heaven will shun us bein' devil's minors
But that ain't got shit to do with the T in China
We gon' keep the grind up till death can find us
Meantime, leanin' in them European whips reclined up
It's eye for an eye, for the riders
We ain't tryna get locked up, we soul survivors
Po Po's is cowards, its no you, its ours
We vowed this, mixin' yao with soda powder
Who woulda known he would fold and cower
Once the captain showed, he sold old McDonald
So its no X and O's, tec calicos, aimed at your chest nigga

[Hook- Akon]
I keep the 40 cal. on my side
Steppin' with the minstate of a mobster
You see a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sell, red tops for sell
Anything that you need, just believe I'm gon' lace you
Just do whatever you do, snitch
Cause you will get hit and pray I don't face you

[Verse 3- Obie Trice]
Nowadays, Sammy da Bull's got the game fooled
So he moved to a rural area to keep cool
They snitchin' on a snitch now its nothin' to tell
Nowadays, your circle should be small as hell
Ain't tryna meet new faces, this don't interest me
Even if we double slow, we get it eventually
No penetentary, there'll be no clemency
You will meet the lord, snitchin' givin' us a century
These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
Thats how they react now, weak when the heats on 'em
Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you livin'
This act is not permitted, no where on the map it is forbidden
To send a nigga to prison, if you've been in it along wit him
And then snitch and become hidden
So its no X and O's, tec calicos, aimed at your chest nigga

[Hook- Akon]
I keep the 40 cal. on my side
Steppin' with the minstate of a mobster
You see a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sell, red tops for sell
Anything that you need, just believe I'm gon' lace you
Just do whatever you do, snitch
Cause you will get hit and pray I don't face you