[Intro: Obie Trice] + (Eminem) {Akon} 

{Convict} 

(Yeah, SHADY) 

{Convict Music} 

(Guess who's back) 

Still here, haters 

{Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah} 

Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? 

Whatcha gonna do? 

{Take em on back to the streets} 



[Chorus: Akon] 

I keep the 40 cal on my side 

Steppin with the mindstate of the mobster 

See a n**** pass why 

Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya 

Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale 

Anything you need, believe me, I'm gon lace you 

Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 

Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah 



[Obie Trice] 

It's risky, the b**** tend to rise out a n**** 

It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member 

Once he got pinched, coincided with law 

Same homie say he lay it down for the boy 

Brought game squad around ours 

How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws 

Only foniness never came to par 

He had us, a true neighborhood actor 

Had his back with K's 

Now we see through him like X-Ray's 

Cuffed in that Adam car 

No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war 

Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs 

You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable 

When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho 

No ex and oh's, tech kalicos 

aimed at ya chest nigga 

[Chorus] 



[Obie Trice] 

We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest 

Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's 

Recondences when we peep enemies on us 

Been on these corners, sellin like anything on us 

Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors 

That ain't got s*** to do with the tea in China 

We gon keep the grind up til death come find us 

Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up 

It's an eye for an eye for the riders 

We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors 

Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours 

We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder 

Who woulda known he would fold and cower 

Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds 

No ex and oh's, techs kalicos 

aimed at your chest nigga 





[Chorus] 



[Obie Trice] 

Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full 

So he move to a rural area to keep cool 

He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell 

Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell 

Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me 

Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually 

No penitentary, there will be no climacy 

You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century 

These cats is rats now, the streets need decon 

That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on em 

Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living 

This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is 

Forbidden to send a n**** to prison if you been in it 

Along with em and then snitch and become hidden 

So it's no ex and oh's, tech kalicos 

aimed at ya chest nigga 



[Chorus] 



[Obie Trice] 

You Rat bastard