Snitch Obie Trice (Ft. Akon)

[Intro: Akon, Eminem & Obie Trice]
Konvict (Yea! Shady!)
Konvict Muzik (Guess who's back?)
Still here, haters
Akon and Obie Trice, yeah
Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
Take 'em all back to the streets

[Chorus: Akon]
I keep the .40 cal on my side
Steppin' with the mindstate of a mobster
You see a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya
Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you
Just don't, whatever you do, snitch
'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga
It's history, snitch, who decided he's a member?
Once he got pinched, coincided with law
Same homie say he lay it down for the bul
Brought Gang Squad around ours
How could it be? Been homies since Superman drawers
Only phoniness never came to par
He had us, a true neighborhood actor
Had his back with K's, now we see through him like X-Ray's
Cuffed in that Adam car
No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war
Knowin' not to cross those reservoir dogs
You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable?
When we invest in team, it's to the death for sho'
No X and O's
TEC's, Calico's aimed at your chest, nigga