[Bun B (Chorus)]   This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas    North side,South side,chunk ya deuce up    This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas    East side,West side,chunk ya deuce up       [Verse 1]   Plenty niggas get they head turned red for da bread    Start off with da information,load it up in ya head    Couldnt hold it,so it turned out its sumthin he said    Wut he tell da FEDS (he need someone to call)    Your decision was to snitchin and they was there to listen    When he told what he know,said they barely was trippin    Less time,now da niggas in a better position    Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin    He was lookin at a 30 but he only did 10, how your years turn to months, can he tell you dat, and    He aint really gotta answer, just the sweat in his hands    Will he make it out to make it, mmm well it depends    Everybody know the info you was tellin ya friends    Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen    Russian Roulette,yep nigga bet the barrel will spin    You hear that,yea nigga thats the sound of revenge       [Hook]   Walk down the right road,cuz the streets is so cold...    You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it    Listen to da G-Code,if you know what i kno-oooow, then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep ur mouth closed nigga)    We dont tolerate snitches       [Chorus]      [Verse 2]   If you gon live that crime life,i hope you hold dat 9 tight    You live life like a pussy then dats prolly what you die like    I neva eva loved a sucka,them aint really my type    Rat snakes,yea mayne the game is full of wild-life    Dont wanna do no time right?    You wanna live that high life    Like go withdrawl,have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight    Enter ya crib,see the clouds peepin through ya skylight    You be a copycat,(cat),cuz mine right    Thats what he told me but i didnt listen    Doin crime for a dime wasnt my intention    You insane,think his name sumin i will mention    Only snitches need someone to tell    Alota niggas in the game,hustlin doin they thing    Usin codes on the phone with they usual slang    If you know what he know then you wont say a thing    You wouldnt need someone to tell    Careful bout the life you lead,aint smart with ya life, you plead, the streets will ignite ya T, like you aint got the right to breathe    (Cough) To choke on da realness, reality is what the fake dont know how to deal with    Words leak from the teeth, but he'll say seal it    Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with    Find a nigga that be hustlin to make a deal with    But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it       [Hook]      [Chorus]      [Verse 3]   This for the G's,street jugglin,move da fire    When you talkin what you talkin it aint through the wire    Police pull you over,now they callin you a liar    You got amnesia,dont even know the dude beside ya    You dont know,you aint sayin,you aint heard what he said    Told you a closed mouth aint gon neva get fed    A open mouth'll get you county instead of the FEDS    Some scared niggas speak up so they'll be less in the red    Niggas cant deal with no 95 so they day-to-day budgeters    Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers    You upstate,niggas use to be southerners    Here the streets make the laws and dont answer the governors    We the niggas thats too real to snitch on a snitch    But make a snitch turn to puff with a flick of the wrist    That aint gon get in arguements,just go get you a clip    And they gon think about the consequences,let em repent       [Hook]      [Chorus]      [Talking]      Man hold up,    you a real nigga and you aint got nuthin to say    when they come question you,    just keep it 100,    and go on a chunk ya deuce up