Tekster:
Snitch Down In Flames

closed cannot find the strength used it up now it's all gone where will you go you just don't know you're hiding here you're going down you hear the

Grain, crown prince of the purple rain No games dunn, runnin the same, bickin the lane Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain, I'm reckless Coressing the flame

for the Bronx This rap shit probably never would be going on So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby We gets down

an' shot at From fuckin' round with the Midack Eleven, twenty-four, act 47 Fuck who's standin' around them get close up and down an' I done came here

on Kevin Lous One yard to score, only second down Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down

Against the ropes They ain't calling it snitching no more They calling it telling the truth They say you better get down first Before they decide to get down

grill, selling kids Clarks Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest pose Yellow suede one matching hat with the gray gun Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up We all wore down

Clarks Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the best pose Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun Niggas be rhymin' for nothing, then my team pull up We all throw down

Bustin' at your best rebel, who runnin' to test medal Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game For niggas kinda refrain, I push 'em down in