Lirik Lagu Everybody Wanna Rat - The Lox
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[Sheek]uh, yo, yoHey Yo it's fucked up, in the right handFlash his badge with his left handOn some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about itMade men, should hang with made menNot the wife and children, that's when rats come inIt be your girl in the palor, talking like shit richAnd next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy's bitchNow you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speakingNot knowing, she being, followed, on the decanNiggas talk to feds like, it's a sportLord forbid the head nigga get caughtAnd watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thoughtI watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubtNext week he outside front, how he get out?Now that's guapo nigga ?? his family talk ??Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shitThinking you threw with the feds and all thatThat's when they got you, just like that kid from StrappedI stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the copsBrick fumblers who just want a nigga poppedBut the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark
CHORUS[Jadakiss]Yo it's like that cha'll (that cha'll) Time to stack ya'll (stack ya'll)Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll (wanna rat cha'll)And it don't even matter where you at cha'll (where you at cha'll)When the feds come and get you that's that cha'll (that's that cha'll)[Repeat]
[Styles]Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demoSwitch up ya ammo, fill out the memoNow you got the dogs locked up in the kennelRat, talking to the cops like thatOn a 3-4 P you can't cop like thatYou ain't have a chance, fly from JapanTalk to the judge, get you out the canMy man had the same case (that's my word)Spent three years in the same place, He still thereCame down for a pill, it was still real thereMoney came between us, know you seen usMove like the teamsters in the beamersGet blacked down and hit the cleanersThe feds know everything, who bled and everythingBefore we got red, honeys giving us headHerion and guns is on the files of StylesBut they came in the crib, lifting the towelHeard the sergent scream out "start stripping the child"And they blew down the door ?? snitching involvedWonder who? A boss, or a nigga under youProbably figure it out, when you sit for one or twoSix months in bail, is how you catch a snailMoving real slow, tryin to steal dough
CHORUS
[Jadakiss]Lies to the story, mines yours and the truthWhat you talk for? They ain't even had no proofBut you play this street business, all in the streetTo visit him now, you gotta drive for a weekWhat you expect? Messing with the guard so toughFuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards upYour hands, wrists, and neck was rocked upNow 23 hours a day you locked upYour girl, she out in the world, knocked upBy some cat you supposed that shot upMan enough to eat steak wit em, get cake emBut you scared to go upstate wit emWhere you going, you won't get good sleep no moreSee the street no more, or skeet no moreRide around in the P, with the heat no moreFrom top to not even on your feet no more'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mindSince they giving out jerseys, get on lineFor your football numbers, wanna take us all underWhat happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbersI don't think so, I don't think so eitherBut he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ??
CHORUS to fade
CHORUS[Jadakiss]Yo it's like that cha'll (that cha'll) Time to stack ya'll (stack ya'll)Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll (wanna rat cha'll)And it don't even matter where you at cha'll (where you at cha'll)When the feds come and get you that's that cha'll (that's that cha'll)[Repeat]
[Styles]Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demoSwitch up ya ammo, fill out the memoNow you got the dogs locked up in the kennelRat, talking to the cops like thatOn a 3-4 P you can't cop like thatYou ain't have a chance, fly from JapanTalk to the judge, get you out the canMy man had the same case (that's my word)Spent three years in the same place, He still thereCame down for a pill, it was still real thereMoney came between us, know you seen usMove like the teamsters in the beamersGet blacked down and hit the cleanersThe feds know everything, who bled and everythingBefore we got red, honeys giving us headHerion and guns is on the files of StylesBut they came in the crib, lifting the towelHeard the sergent scream out "start stripping the child"And they blew down the door ?? snitching involvedWonder who? A boss, or a nigga under youProbably figure it out, when you sit for one or twoSix months in bail, is how you catch a snailMoving real slow, tryin to steal dough
CHORUS
[Jadakiss]Lies to the story, mines yours and the truthWhat you talk for? They ain't even had no proofBut you play this street business, all in the streetTo visit him now, you gotta drive for a weekWhat you expect? Messing with the guard so toughFuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards upYour hands, wrists, and neck was rocked upNow 23 hours a day you locked upYour girl, she out in the world, knocked upBy some cat you supposed that shot upMan enough to eat steak wit em, get cake emBut you scared to go upstate wit emWhere you going, you won't get good sleep no moreSee the street no more, or skeet no moreRide around in the P, with the heat no moreFrom top to not even on your feet no more'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mindSince they giving out jerseys, get on lineFor your football numbers, wanna take us all underWhat happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbersI don't think so, I don't think so eitherBut he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ??
CHORUS to fade
