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

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

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

He's scared a mice
Popo's about 25 to life
But niggas do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads give up to the vice, you know

Trick sap wanna hang hisself like a
Just because he got with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas for the vittles
But rat head wants to the talk to the

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

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

But since he sang such a good
The pigs even gave his ass a home
The blind couldn't read braille
They made him sit in the seat, and drove him all over Vallejo

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

He was all for the scratch, see, and like a batch, gee
The nigga played the role of a
old peck, crevas faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he a snitch jacket

On the they wants to get with his p.g.
But it'll draw too much heat, so they patiently
He won't be no time soon
'Cause in the V Town doomed

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

He said, "I know E-40 and the fuckin' click"
damn near shitted, boss
Not knownin' that the nigga was his ass off
Meanwhile, back in

gettin' knocked for possession of sale
The other races get away clean,
But niggas, we always rat on each 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 and wine
M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and wine
All the gather up
They play the five second game hold it in, and get stupid

Hoes gettin' in the backroom
goi' home smellin' like perfume
Nothin' but from different towns
A house full of Nino

Shootin' pool, craps and dominos
Niggas jackin' off decks and five o's
It's all good, 'cause gives a fuck
But look who up
(The nigga that talks, a bitch)

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