Head Arabic Dry Snitch Lyrics

Dry Snitch Lyrics

[Smack Man] 

Here's the science, it seem like yesterday to me 

H.N.B. robbery, in Manhattan for currency 

Sittin up in the crib,
drawin out a map 

On where security was gon leave the door open at 

Park the van around back, the M.P. jet black 

We should be in and out
60 seconds flat 

So son what's the deal? He ain't takin his route 

He rather stay home like a bitch, and have a allaby 

What his cut look
like, he think he takin half 

While we do all the dirt, he sit home on his
ass 

I got a funny feeling son, somethin just ain't right 

Kinda
glad I didn't go wit Rum and them that night 

And sure enough nigga, you
best to believe 

Duke snitched under the hot light, like steady people


Wit a vote than a Clinton, Rum and me 

Him in cell 2, and me in
cell 3 



[Chorus: Steele] 

Now some of these niggas are
bitches too 

And some of these niggas look just like you 

So if you
ever been bit by a snake 

Take a minute to think if you can truly trust
the click you click wit 



[Tek] 

Me off the job would of been
easy, if son wouldn't have been greedy 

I told him to parle, cuz he one
high jet speedin 

Laughin, countin, tryin to play with money he ain't got


No knowledge of himself, and the trigger gave him heart 

He just
finish biddin, some remote federal prison 

D said he was quotin niggas,
word to word shittin 

To get a light of sense, evedent as I remember 

When Dunn Dunn got knocked, I just seen him last summer 

At Soul In
The Hole, it was a King E. King game 

First time out his crib, the kid
got body, he got blamed 

For being the last one seen, fleein from the
scene 

Walk was with him up there, he said Duke was held obscene 

On some in and out a cell, C.O. slayed him on his mail 

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