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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: Snitches
Lyrics for Album: MP da Last Don [1998]

Snitch: What's happening?

Snoop: What you mean what's up, nigga

Snitch: What, what's happening man?

Snoop: I need to holler at you nigga, come here

Snitch: For what, what's happening

Snoop: Fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, nigga?

Snitch: Man I wasn't hanging with the police man

Snoop: Oh, you didn't think I seen you

Snitch: Man, you trippin' man

Snoop: I seen you jump out that car, nigga

Snitch: Nah man, fuck that dog

Snoop: You snitching now, nigga

Snitch: Man, hell nah I ain't snitching

Snoop: What else you doing with the police, you must be snitching

Let me holler at you nigga

Come here bro

Snitch: Oh man

Snoop Doggy Dogg:

How many real niggas is locked away

Behind some bitch-ass nigga with a whole lot to say

Man fools is confused ain't no rules to this game

Niggas be telling the feds where a nigga lay his head

Giving them niggas code names

Cold game, but I can't even say shit about it

'Cause if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I'm getting rowdy

Killer snitch fuck a bitch I throw 'em both in a ditch

Cause they can't stand to see a young nigga getting rich

I'm destined for fame

Oh bitch-ass niggaz putting salt in the game

Put a stain on your brain 'cause I shall remain

And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game

It's a shame the way the game has switched

And the police man trying to take my shit

I caught a nigga one day jumping out of a cop car

I ain't saying no names but this nigga's a rap star

Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard

Buff ass nigga perpetrating to act hard

In the front seat with no cuffs on

I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing I rush him

Dust him, 'cause I can't trust him

Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em

I tuck him in the trunk, I ain't fuckin' with no punk

Nigga snitching nigga missing cause we twisting

And that's for all my real niggaz locked up

And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up

Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right

Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight

Just like a bitch quick to call the police

But ain't no telling on me and then belling on me

Look here, me and P we getting riches

And oh yeah don't forget to tell them bitches

Muthafuck you snitches


Snitches snitches snitches

Y'all be running they mouth just like bitches

Snitches snitches snitches

Niggaz be running they mouth just like bitches

Snitches snitches snitches

They be running they mouth just like bitches

Snitches snitches snitches

I got a slug for ya'll muthafuckin' snitches

Master P:

I heard a nigga snitching from his jail cell

And when he get out will he live, only time will tell

Nigga riding with the police

Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me

I guess the nigga mad cause I'm ballin'

Task kicked the nigga door in now he talking

My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen

Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine

Watch the bitch he got a camera

But when I catch the nigga I'ma slam him down with a hammer

And 17 nails

'Cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed

Master P:

Snitches, snitches, snitches

Niggaz that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches

That's snitches, snitches

Federal niggaz in the muthafuckin' ghetto

Federal niggaz that's in the muthafuckin' penatentiary

Niggaz with muthafuckin' license to capture other niggaz

But they ain't got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases

Snitches, snitches, I know y'all niggaz trying to get us

Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches

Niggaz was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail

That's what snitches is

Tthat's niggaz with purses nigga, pocket books, nigga

Niggaz with dresses, snitches

This for y'all bitches

To all ya'll niggaz I feel ya muthafuckin' pain

Watch y'all muthafuckin' self

The haters got the high beam on

They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' Cutlasses

I know who y'all is niggaz

Album Lyrics: MP da Last Don [1998]

Master P
"MP da Last Don [1998]"

1. Let's Get Em
2. Till We Dead And Gone
3. Thinkin Bout U
4. Soldiers, Riders, And G's
5. Get Your Paper
6. Ride
7. These Streets Keep Me Rollin'
8. Black And White
9. War Wounds
10. Dear Mr. President
11. Mama Raised Me
12. Let My 9 Get 'Em
13. More 2 Life
14. Ghetto Life
15. Gangsta Bitch
16. So Many Souls Deceased
17. Snitches
18. Welcome To My City
19. Ghetto Love
20. Eternity