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mac dre - don't snitch lyrics

[verse 1: mac dre]
man… i’m through f-ckin’ around
you n-ggas keep on ya gon’ be duckin’ some rounds
i’m rushin’ the mound, b-tch done hit me with a pitch
he a snitch and he walk with a switch
he in a band that sing for the cops
him and his mans, they cleanin’ up shop
undercover concert promotor
ricky schroder tryin’ to turn somebody over
put that e.t. finger up, you stooley
don’t tattletale, the number one ruley
you the jumpest, the boys, them people
slipped in the game, sellin’ toys to people
i avoid them people, don’t ask me sh-t
the only law i break is in public, grip
my mouth zipped, i plead the 5th
and n-ggas like you get pushed off a cliff

[hook]
(don’t ask me sh-t)
i don’t tell mayne
(i don’t tell)
you can send me to jail mayne
(don’t ask me sh-t)
i won’t tell mayne
(i won’t tell)
send me to jail mayne
(don’t ask me sh-t)
i don’t tell mayne
(i don’t tell)
you can send me to jail mayne
(don’t ask me sh-t)
i won’t tell mayne
(i won’t tell)
send me to jail mayne

[verse 2: j-diggs]
i’m on to you boy you used to be the man
till i caught you in the courtroom sitting on the stand
got the wave in your hand, & pointing your finger (who you pointing at?)
holding the mic like some type of rap singer
i seen you, you told & now you gotta live with it
they gone gitcho & probably say that pigs did it (i ain’t did sh-t)
f-ck you, f-ck who you been to, f-ck what you going thru, & f-ck where you been
consider this a warning to you cats out rapping (all you n-ggas)
the streets get ugly when a drive by happens (you heard that homie?)
you rap n-ggas out here starving for fame (better cut that n-gga loose)
better watch who you f-ck with, a scar on your name
my young n-gga locked up, ball & chain
& y’all n-ggas acting like it’s all in the game (it don’t work like that)
i hear n-ggas on the street wanna blast this b-tch (go & get him)
& when it happens? don’t ask me sh-t

[verse 3: mac dre]
you can line ’em up and put twelve in a box
and find out your boy is workin’ with the cops
doin’ flip-flops, the rover rollin’ over
the tootsie roller, scared to do a quarter
it’s october and he can’t be gone ’til november
so he’s givin’ up the gang, every d-mn member
everything he remember – he’s tellin’
he get out of jail free, ain’t no bailin’
he’s no felon, he’s no misdemeanor
he got a target melon and a e.t. finger
n-gga you the cleaners tryin’ to wash me
quit peepin’ at my beamer, tryin’ to watch me

- mac dre lyrics

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