kill every snitch - lil b lyrics
[intro]
[hook]
m-m-m-murder all snitches, b-tch that’s for real
telling my secrets gon’ get you k!lled
m-murder every snitch b-tch i’m for real
k!ll every snitch n-gga on the real
m-m-m-murder all snitches, b-tch that’s for real
telling my secrets gon’ get you k!lled
murder every snitch b-tch i’m for real
k!ll every snitch n-gga on the real
[verse 1]
now i ain’t a street n-gga but i k!ll snitches (bang bang)
i handle my business, that’s my business (basedgod)
i got goons that love me that be in their feelings (feelings)
one foot outside, one on the mission (mission)
i smack young n-ggas and old people (d-mn)
mini africa, .45s and long needles (what up africa)
we k!ll white people, not just black
you asians get tacks and you wetbacks (we all equal)
n-ggas get touch but i’m over that (over that)
b-tch mob task force, we on the map (on the map)
need help in the streets, protect lil b (lil b)
i don’t give a f-ck about you or me (never)
innocent people stay out (stay out the way)
i f-ck them suckers and i k!ll ’em b-tch (basedgod)
ride around with me, i never snitch (basedgod)
b-tch mob task force, you can f-ck my b-tch
[hook]
[verse 2]
my og uncle hit me from a mile away
my big cus hit you from long range
that’s all i need boy in this life of greed
i do double life b-tch for lil b
f-ck with lil b, you get that broomstick
5’4″ n-gga on that goon sh-t
145 with a .45
i make a short n-gga look 6’9″
i’m a short n-gga with big nuts
ak 69 with that flat b-tt
guns like b-tches, you gon’ get f-cked
death to all snitches, you gon’ get touched
in oakland, most dangerous city
west berkeley, still f-ck with me
south berkeley, still f-ck with me
richmond, vallejo, in the under cities
[hook]
[verse 3]
some people get k!lled before they turn 20
bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow
i play sh-t, with them dirty bricks
your family is a snitch, i could give a sh-t
don’t do the crime you can’t do the time
stay out the game on the sideline
n-ggas start talking when they feel pressured
tell on your own blood, you gon’ draw blood
still holding macs with them gold fully’s
28 b-tch on the lex coop
still holding sticks with them short fuses
yeah i’m still hyphy, b-tch going stupid
yeah i’m still mad about that foul play
try that sh-t again, you gon’ die today
yeah i never snitch, blood on my hands
lord please forgive me, i just k!lled a man
[hook]
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