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Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)
Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)

Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get nothin' but y'all
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)

you look, would you listen
Niggas be snitchin', talkin',
All up in the joint, man, singin',
Talkin' all that old really riff raff ass shit, mayn
Speakin' on every in the muthafuckin' dope game

scared like a mice
Popo's talkin' about 25 to
But real do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads give up game to the vice, you

Trick sap wanna hang like a dick
Just he got popped with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas for the vittles
But rat head to the talk to the popo's

Get me outta here, dude, I'm losin' stressin'
So offer that man some police protection
He couldn't be from the or the south
my side of town don't go runnin' off at the mouth

Mickey Mouse spilled his
He said, "They all drive and Cuts'"
But they let him out without a
Nothin' ass nigga, he ratted us out

But since he such a good song
The pigs gave his ass a ride home
The blind mice couldn't braille
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all Vallejo

gives up no slack, all through the dope tracks
Lettin' this really be known, jack
To get a bit too far, kind of
Handed the rat some money, and said, "Now you for me"

He was all for the scratch, see, and just a batch, gee
The nigga played the of a pussy
Little old peck, crevas fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a snitch

On the they wants to get with his p.g.
But it'll too much heat, so they wait patiently
He be seen no time soon
in the V Town he's doomed

Packed up and cut to susun
Got in the grill with all the hoods and
Expressin, "I'm from the V Town, 707"
Niggas and was trippin' and shit, havin a fit

He said, "I even know and the fuckin' click"
They near shitted, boss
Not knownin' the nigga was lyin' his ass off
Meanwhile, in Vallejo

Brothers gettin' knocked for possession of
The other get away clean, brother
But niggas, we always gotta rat on other

A party off on Blueberg Street
niggas in that muthafucka hella deep
No funk, no static, thinkin' about a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and galore

Baththub full of liqor and
M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and Rossi
All the gather up
They play the five second game hold it in, and get stuck

gettin' poked in the backroom
Fools goi' smellin' like perfume
Nothin' but ballers different towns
A house full of Browns

Shootin' pool, playin' craps and
Niggas jackin' off decks and point o's
It's all good, nobody gives a fuck
But look who up
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

niggas yelled out
(Snitch)
Mobbed his ass, beat him to the dirt
And straight went