No Snitchin' - Chamillionaire, Bun B

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas

Northside, Southside, chunk ya deuce up

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas

Eastside, Westside, chunk ya deuce up

Plenty niggas get they head turned red for the bread

Start off with the information, load it up in ya head

Couldn’t hold it, so it turned out its sumthin' he said

What he tell the FEDS (need someone to call)

Your decision was to snitchin' and they was there to listen

When he told what he know, said they barely was trippin'

Less time, now the niggas in a better position

Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin'

He was lookin at a 30 but he only did 10

How them years turn to months, can he tell you dat, and

He ain’t really gotta answer, just the sweat in his hands

Will he make it out to make it, hmmm well it depends

Everybody know the info you was tellin ya friends

Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen

Russian Roulette, yep nigga bet the barrel will spin

You hear that, yea nigga thats the sound of revenge

Walk down the right road

'Cause the streets is so cold

You betta take ya life slow

Or you’ll miss it

Listen to the G-Code

If you know what I know

Then you’ll keep yo mouth closed

(Keep your mouth closed, nigga)

We don’t tolerate snitches

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas

Northside, Southside, chunk ya deuce up

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas

Eastside, Westside, chunk ya deuce up

If you gon live that crime life, I hope you hold dat 9 tight

You live life like a pussy then thats probably what you’ll die like

I neva eva loved a sucka, them ain’t really my type

Rats, snakes, yea mayne the game is full of wildlife

Don’t wanna do no time right?

You wanna live that high life

Like go withdrawl, have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight

Enter ya crib, see the clouds peepin' through ya skylight

You be a copycat, caught him right after my life, cause mine right

Thats what he told me but I didn’t listen

Doin crime for a dime wasn’t my intention

You insane, think his name sumthin' I will mention

Only snitches (need someone to tell)

Alotta niggas in the game, hustlin' doin they thing

Usin codes on the phone with unusual slang

If you know what he know then you won’t say a thing

You wouldn’t need someone to tell

Careful bout the life you lead, ain’t smart with ya life

You plead, the streets will ignite ya T

Like you ain’t got the right to breathe

(Cough) To choke on the realness

Reality is what the fake don’t know how to deal with

Words leak from the teeth, but he’ll say seal it

Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with

Find a nigga that be hustlin to make a deal with

But the streets will hold court for him and’ll deal with it

Walk down the right road

'Cause the streets is so cold

You betta take ya life slow

Or you’ll miss it

Listen to the G-Code

If you know what I know

Then you’ll keep yo mouth closed

(Keep your mouth closed, nigga)

We don’t tolerate snitches

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas

Northside, Southside, chunk ya deuce up

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas

Eastside, Westside, chunk ya deuce up

This for the G’s, street jugglin, movin the fire

When you talkin' what you talkin' it ain’t through the wire

Police pull you over, now they callin' you a liar

You got amnesia, don’t even know the dude beside ya

You don’t know, you ain’t sayin, you ain’t heard what he said

Told you a closed mouth ain’t gon neva get fed

A open mouth’ll get you county instead of the FEDS

Some scared niggas speak up so they’ll be less in the red

Niggas can’t deal with no 9 to 5 so they day-to-day budgeters

Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers

You upstate, niggas use to be southerners

Here the streets make the laws and don’t answer the governors

We the niggas thats too real to snitch on a snitch

But make a snitch turn to poof with a flick of the wrist

That ain’t gon get in arguements, just go get you a clip

And they gon think about the consequences, let 'em repent

Walk down the right road

'Cause the streets is so cold

You betta take ya life slow

Or you’ll miss it

Listen to the G-Code

If you know what I know

Then you’ll keep yo mouth closed

(Keep your mouth closed, nigga)

We don’t tolerate snitches

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas

Northside, Southside, chunk ya deuce up

This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas

Eastside, Westside, chunk ya deuce up

Man hold up, you a real nigga and you ain’t got nuthin to say

When they come question you, just keep it 100

And go ahead and chunk ya deuce up