Tekster: Cocoa Brovaz. The Rude Awakening. Dry Snitch.

[Smack Man]
Here's the science, it seem like yesterday to me
H.N.B. robbery, in Manhattan for currency
Sittin up in the crib, drawin out a map
On where security was gon leave the door open at
Park the van around back, the M.P. jet black
We should be in and out 60 seconds flat
So son what's the deal? He ain't takin his route
He rather stay home like a bitch, and have a allaby
What his cut look like, he think he takin half
While we do all the dirt, he sit home on his ass
I got a funny feeling son, somethin just ain't right
Kinda glad I didn't go wit Rum and them that night
And sure enough nigga, you best to believe
Duke snitched under the hot light, like steady people
Wit a vote than a Clinton, Rum and me
Him in cell 2, and me in cell 3

[Chorus: Steele]
Now some of these niggas are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
So if you ever been bit by a snake
Take a minute to think if you can truly trust the click you click wit

[Tek]
Me off the job would of been easy, if son wouldn't have been greedy
I told him to parle, cuz he one high jet speedin
Laughin, countin, tryin to play with money he ain't got
No knowledge of himself, and the trigger gave him heart
He just finish biddin, some remote federal prison
D said he was quotin niggas, word to word shittin
To get a light of sense, evedent as I remember
When Dunn Dunn got knocked, I just seen him last summer
At Soul In The Hole, it was a King E. King game
First time out his crib, the kid got body, he got blamed
For being the last one seen, fleein from the scene
Walk was with him up there, he said Duke was held obscene
On some in and out a cell, C.O. slayed him on his mail
His family got banked, he out on 200 foul bail
Myself I don't trust, and that's ya man, so you bust him
Cuz every man, know a dead man don't answer questions

[Head Arabic]
It was all love, when push came to shove
I had back, till one kid got clapped
They lock g, for conspiracy, he turn around tryin rattle me, Arabic
I know about this type of shit, snitches do exist
To all my dunns, holdin guns, gettin funds, watch ya self
Thru most of ya crimes by delf

[Chorus]

[Steele]
She said she love me, but she took me for granted, when she panic
Flip the whole street, to some shit I couldn't handle it
From my man from up the hill, what the deal?
The block is heatin up, and I need to cop steel
Come and see me, come bring dough cuz, I can't afford a freebie
And come alone son, cuz cats know to be snitchin on TV
Be easy, I'm out but my love wanna tease me
Shorty want some attention, not to mention wanna please me
Hold tight, I'll be back in a flash, don't worry
You got money honey, stop actin funny
Out the door, to care of my B.I.Z.
And I know this muthafuckas thats eyein me
Is it a set-up, I peel but I make a detour
And come back, and see my shorty talkin wit the law
I witnessed her trappin bout my business
Where I be goin, who I know in the indus-try
She sex me good, but I should of known
Come into this world alone, leave this world alone, word is bond

[Chorus x2]