lirik lagu cuban link - snitching in action
[intro: cuban link]
there’s two rules to live by where i come from
if you get caught by the cops, you never tell them anything
second rule, never snitch on your friends
think about that
[chorus: cuban link & j benjaminz]
i know this kid, he was sl!ck with the mac~10
he tried to live what he said in his rappin’
until the pigs hit the crib, threatened him with a bid
the n~gga started singin’ hits like the jacksons
well, i know this kid, he was gettin’ that cash in
he used to love to flip the bricks with a passion
’til the feds sеt him up, offered him a bettеr cut
but guess what, he started yippity~yappin’
[verse 1: cuban link]
this n~gga thought he was the boss of all bosses, the top dawg in office
on some war sh~t, more guns than the armed forces
known as the kind of new york, always so cautious
he rarely took losses, the type that never flosses
but yeah, he had it all from horses to porsches
the mona lisa portrait’s hangin’ in his fortress
then homie got thoughtless, talkin’ to his corporates
on the court list, runnin’ his mouth like a faucet
he lost it, got caught up by the radar, givin’ data
feds was on him like al~qaeda, picked him up an hour later
then they served him like a waiter, he became a commentator
went from a man of power to a coward and a traitor
he made a lot of haters so he had to switch his life up
n~ggas had him sized up, they even put the price up
had to hit your ride ‘fore they hit his kids and wife up
n~ggas done already gave they b~tches to a sniper
gotta pay the piper eventually somehow
it’s hard to play it nice when your enemy’s so foul
destiny’s so wild, ’cause right before they tried to hit the clown
with a hundred rounds in front of the courthouse
[chorus: cuban link & j benjaminz]
i know this kid, he was sl!ck with the mac~10
he tried to live what he said in his rappin’
until the pigs hit the crib, threatened him with a bid
the n~gga started singin’ hits like the jacksons
well, i know this kid, he was gettin’ that cash in
he used to love to flip the bricks with a passion
’til the feds set him up, offered him a better cut
but guess what, he started yippity~yappin’
[verse 2: j benjaminz]
this little n~gga was willin’ to pump packs, that n~gga took contact
the tree bullets like chess, how they willin’ to dump that
wrist lit up like fog lights, supplyin’ the block white
but the sky’s on the real, he was livin’ the cops life
so beware, man, he’s playin’ the game in the streets close
rob chains for exchange for fame and c~notes
he claims to reach cope, our plans to speed boats
he a lame but, well, telekinetic like reed mose
he plants to see hope by testifying again
soon, his family and friends stay safer behind the fence
so he looks so shook that he sick inside of the pen
snitch n~gga on the books and he’s televisin’ his friends
he thinks this sh~t pays, he’s fittin’ to get gassed up
gave him a nickname, they call him a snitch b~st~rd
flip to the next page and skip to the next chapter
sh~t that’ll his lips “say, i think i’ma ditch faster”
doubt~free, tryin’ to play me, i’ll go by the crazy
this snitch, f~ck it, full up his mouth of m~80s
out here to betray me, he’s out to be loud and shady
the daughter’ll be like sammy and brasco done had a baby
[refrain: cuban link]
he’s snitchin’, he’s snitchin’
he’s givin’ up our position
he hangs around and he listens
then goes back, reports his mission
he’s snitchin’, he’s snitchin’
they offered him more proposition
either work for them or life in prison
he’s snitchin’
[chorus: cuban link & j benjaminz]
i know this kid, he was sl!ck with the mac~10
he tried to live what he said in his rappin’
until the pigs hit the crib, threatened him with a bid
the n~gga started singin’ hits like the jacksons
well, i know this kid, he was gettin’ that cash in
he used to love to flip the bricks with a passion
’til the feds set him up, offered him a better cut
but guess what, he started yippity~yappin’
[bridge: cuban link & j benjaminz]
yeah, i remember twin, the kid with the accent
he used to kick it with this chick from manhattan
after datin’ the bimbo, he was slippin’ the info
and all along, was always tippin’ the captain
now he send in a confession from crackin’
that’s what happens when you livin’ that fashion
be alert about your homies, do your dirt up by the lonely
don’t get caught in that snitchin’ in action
[refrain: cuban link]
he’s snitchin’, he’s snitchin’
he’s givin’ up our position
he hangs around and he listens
then goes back, reports his mission
he’s snitchin’, he’s snitchin’
they offered him more proposition
either work for them or life in prison
he’s snitchin’
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