Stop Snitchin' - Ice Cube

Face down, paralyzed from the waist down

I’m a buckin clown, but don’t fuck around

Doin movies now, but I’ll lay you down

South Central style, pull them thangs out

Don’t make a millionare have to send you there

You know the story of the tortoise nigga and the hare

Nigga run nigga run never get there

I’mma walk, fuck a bitch when I get there

Nigga this a marathon, ask Farrakhan

Fuck the cemetery that I’m buried on (fuck 'em)

The blood of Ice Cube got to carry on (forever)

Forever what the fuck are they yellin?

«Gangsta Gangsta,» nigga stop tellin — stop snitchin

You can have whatever you want

In the hood, it’s do’s and don’ts

So when it get hot in this kitchen

Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin

Microphone master, super rhyme maker

Gun blaster, who’s the life taker (who?)

Who the fuck is a lifetime Laker?

I slap the Maybeline off Tammy Faye Bakker

Who the fuck got more than an acre?

In Los Angeles I got to have paper

I’m a nigga, don’t talk to my neighbors

Straight asshole, always up in Vegas (yay yay)

Lay it out for these niggas to follow

Get the point, but these points is hollow

Now this here, is hard to swallow

But if you do it’s like hittin the lotto

Little nigga with big bravado

Hit the throttle niggas hit the bottle

Can give a fuck if they life is hollow

Where the fuck was you, when I rocked the Apollo, bitch?

Ay, who put this thing together?

Me, that’s who

Who I trust?

Who I trust?

ME, THAT’S WHO!

Nigga nigga nigga, can’t you see

Somehow your words incarcerate me

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Lock me up in my prime, Muhammad Ali

Get out whup yo' ass like Muhammad Ali

Rumble in the Jungle, nigga don’t play Dumbo

In the hood nigga known as Columbo

Get the people on the phone, tell the jumble

Spit fluid and swear he didn’t do it

Got my bottom bitch locked up with Martha Stewart

She say she had the ho cookin deep dish

She say Martha fuckin cook fish and eat fish

Westside y’all niggas got to peep this

That’s your weakness, can’t keep a secret

Don’t say shit, boy that’s basic

They want to send a nigga back to the slave ship

Stop snitchin

You can have whatever you choose

But out here, it’s don’ts and do’s

So after we finish this mission

Stop snitchin, nigga stop snitchin

Okay, okay

One two, in the place to be

You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homey Swizz Beatz