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lirik lagu alton (a little town of narcs) – byron blake

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[verse]
how you talkin’ gangsta and you snitched, you a civilian?
how you claim you real but hang with n*ggas that f*ck children?
how you hatin’ on me like i ain’t come up out them buildings?
how yo homies dead but all yo opps alive? man, who y’all k!llin’?
i’m on havoc time
h*ll nall, i ain’t f*ckin’ with no rats that sh*t asinine
n*ggas on the net talkin’ like they really blast them 9s
knowing that they gonna be the first to run and sign that dotted line
they tried to keep it quiet ain’t no more hidin’, you n*ggas outta time
n*gga got up on me, he ain’t k!ll me, he wasn’t even trying
ain’t no warning shots, this ain’t no prop this pop somebody dying
step on who? n*gga quit that cappin’, you ain’t got the mind
ask for the detectives tryna work guess he ain’t got the bond
every time you keep it real, they say you chasin’ clout
who let in all these rats? thought we was ‘posed to chase ’em out
know them boys ain’t right but try to act like they in doubt
then throw a real n*gga some sm*t just ’cause i’m up they want my route
d reed he a snitch, mintai he a snitch
jim crow he a snitch, lil mo he a snitch
d*nk capone he a snitch, he even spoke up on my mother
broke my heart came home this sh*t done rubbed off on my brother
say they with that smoke ’till it get hot then n*ggas b*tter
watch i pull up, hop out on his block, i bet he stutter
that boy kalon a snitch, that n*gga micah a snitch
on marco thomas called the police when his crib got hit
f*ck that n*gga tweet, he try to act like he my homie
but hangin’ with who told on me, on lanez you n*ggas phony
that n*gga goldie a snitch, that n*gga ob a snitch
phillip blamed his own og to get back free, you know he a bitc
i ain’t got no opps i got police tryna entrap me
witnesses on standby with they cameras tryna catch me
won’t try me ‘less i’m solo and they deep, duck n*ggas daffys
i’ma rock out by myself, don’t need no shooters or no rappees
just wait yo turn
i don’t play with fire, b*tch on my son you gonna get burned
ain’t never lost no war, that’s why i’m here when y’all gon’ learn
if i tell my n*gga “go!”, we’ll put that whole city in urns
but ain’t no sacrifices
and h*ll nah we can’t crash
if you see apd, don’t even think, just do the dash
they askin how you got a whole town of n*ggas mad
tried to come play undercover, i made them p*ssies wear they badge
b*tches goin’ out sad
n*ggas goin’ out worse
put his ass on a cartoon, put his ass on a shirt
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout pardons, boy, you in a n*gga work
they like “hav, why you ain’t smoke him?”
i don’t know which one to k!ll first
’cause this n*gga’s a snitch and that n*gga’s a snitch
how the f*ck we gonna slide when they got they feds all through this b*tch?
this sh*t ain’t bout no principle
n*ggas cappin’, they shot out
the same name that you reppin’
i was booked for you was givin’ shout outs
that b*tch tonya a snitch, that n*gga ryan was a snitch
f*ck yo homie, he dead, i’m just trying to get rich
sh*t ain’t adding up, f*ck it y’all don’t hear me though
n*gga got out on a two week furlough like 3 years ago

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