[{"id":32494616,"name":"Snitch (feat. Akon)","trackName":"Snitch (feat. Akon)","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"Obie Trice","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Convict, yeah\nShady, Shady\nConvict music\nGuess who's back\nStill we here, haters\nAkon and Obie, Trice\nYeah\nWhatcha gonna do it with it, A?\nWhatcha gonna do?\n\nTake 'em all back to the street\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah\n\nIt's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga\nIt's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member\nOnce he got pinched, coincided with law\nSame homie say, he lay it down for the boy\n\nBrought game squad around ours\nHow could it be? Been homies since Superman draws\nOnly foniness never came to par\nHe had us, a true neighborhood actor\n\nHad his back with K's\nNow we see through him like X-Ray's\nCuffed in that Adam car\nNo matter, his loss, we at him, it's war\n\nKnowing not to cross those Reservoir dogs\nYou helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable\nWhen we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'\nNo X and Os, Tex Calicos\nAim at your chest nigga\n\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n\nWe started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest\nPrivate conferences when we eat, Benihana's\nRecondences when we peep enemies on us\nBeen on these corners, sellin' like anything on us\n\nKnowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors\nThat ain't got shit to do with the tea in China\nWe gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us\nMeantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up\n\nIt's an eye for an eye for the riders\nWe ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors\nPo Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours\nWe vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder\n\nWho woulda known he would fold and cower\nOnce the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds\nSo no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\nAim at your chest nigga\n\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n\nNowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full\nSo he move to a rural area to keep cool\nHe snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell\nNowadays, your circles should be small as hell\n\nAin't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me\nEven if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually\nNo penitentiary, there will be no clemency\nYou will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century\n\nThese cats is rats now, the streets need decon\nThat's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em\nStop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'\nThis act is not permitted, nowhere on the map\n\nIt is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it\nAlong with 'em and then snitch and become hidden\nSo it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\nAim at your chest nigga\n\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\nYou rat bastard","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.29] Convict, yeah\n[00:05.09] Shady, Shady\n[00:07.09] Convict music\n[00:09.22] Guess who's back\n[00:10.73] Still we here, haters\n[00:12.18] Akon and Obie, Trice\n[00:15.15] Yeah\n[00:16.64] Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?\n[00:18.80] Whatcha gonna do?\n[00:20.00] Take 'em all back to the street\n[00:22.12] I keep the 40 cal on my side\n[00:24.78] Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n[00:27.45] You see a nigga pass by\n[00:29.92] Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n[00:32.91] Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n[00:35.82] Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n[00:39.30] Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n[00:41.37] 'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah\n[00:44.95] It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga\n[00:47.44] It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member\n[00:50.11] Once he got pinched, coincided with law\n[00:52.85] Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy\n[00:55.50] Brought game squad around ours\n[00:57.58] How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws\n[01:00.96] Only foniness never came to par\n[01:03.18] He had us, a true neighborhood actor\n[01:05.94] Had his back with K's\n[01:07.58] Now we see through him like X-Ray's\n[01:10.12] Cuffed in that Adam car\n[01:11.45] No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war\n[01:14.07] Knowing not to cross those Reservoir dogs\n[01:16.82] You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable\n[01:19.45] When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'\n[01:22.55] No X and Os, Tex Calicos\n[01:24.83] Aim at your chest nigga\n[01:26.48] I keep the 40 cal on my side\n[01:28.74] Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n[01:31.69] You see a nigga pass by\n[01:33.72] Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n[01:37.04] Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n[01:39.98] Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n[01:43.05] Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n[01:45.83] 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n[01:48.43] We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest\n[01:51.58] Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's\n[01:54.45] Recondences when we peep enemies on us\n[01:57.05] Been on these corners, sellin' like anything on us\n[01:59.37] Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors\n[02:02.52] That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China\n[02:04.71] We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us\n[02:07.31] Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up\n[02:10.84] It's an eye for an eye for the riders\n[02:12.86] We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors\n[02:15.52] Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours\n[02:18.13] We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder\n[02:21.03] Who woulda known he would fold and cower\n[02:23.51] Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds\n[02:26.27] So no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\n[02:28.62] Aim at your chest nigga\n[02:30.53] I keep the 40 cal on my side\n[02:32.53] Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n[02:35.78] You see a nigga pass by\n[02:37.65] Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n[02:41.19] Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n[02:43.64] Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n[02:47.19] Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n[02:49.57] 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n[02:52.58] Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full\n[02:55.38] So he move to a rural area to keep cool\n[02:58.00] He snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell\n[03:00.73] Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell\n[03:03.47] Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me\n[03:06.16] Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually\n[03:08.86] No penitentiary, there will be no clemency\n[03:11.51] You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century\n[03:14.14] These cats is rats now, the streets need decon\n[03:16.92] That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em\n[03:19.77] Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'\n[03:22.21] This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map\n[03:24.45] It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it\n[03:27.78] Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden\n[03:30.13] So it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\n[03:32.59] Aim at your chest nigga\n[03:34.45] I keep the 40 cal on my side\n[03:36.76] Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n[03:39.41] You see a nigga pass by\n[03:41.88] Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n[03:44.97] Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n[03:47.99] Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n[03:51.11] Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n[03:53.30] 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n[03:57.62] You rat bastard\n[03:58.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Snitch (feat. 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Been homies since Superman draws\n  Only foniness never came to par\n  He had us, a true neighborhood actor\n\n  Had his back with K's\n  Now we see through him like X-Ray's\n  Cuffed in that Adam car\n  No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war\n\n  Knowing not to cross those Reservoir dogs\n  You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable\n  When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'\n  No X and Os, Tex Calicos\n  Aim at your chest nigga\n\n  I keep the 40 cal on my side\n  Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n  You see a nigga pass by\n  Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\n  Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n  Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n  Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n  'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n\n  We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest\n  Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's\n  Recondences when we peep enemies on us\n  Been on these corners, sellin' like anything on us\n\n  Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors\n  That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China\n  We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us\n  Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up\n\n  It's an eye for an eye for the riders\n  We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors\n  Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours\n  We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder\n\n  Who woulda known he would fold and cower\n  Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds\n  So no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\n  Aim at your chest nigga\n\n  I keep the 40 cal on my side\n  Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n  You see a nigga pass by\n  Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\n  Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n  Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n  Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n  'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n\n  Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full\n  So he move to a rural area to keep cool\n  He snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell\n  Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell\n\n  Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me\n  Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually\n  No penitentiary, there will be no clemency\n  You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century\n\n  These cats is rats now, the streets need decon\n  That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em\n  Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'\n  This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map\n\n  It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it\n  Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden\n  So it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\n  Aim at your chest nigga\n\n  I keep the 40 cal on my side\n  Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n  You see a nigga pass by\n  Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\n  Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n  Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n\n  Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n  'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n  You rat bastard\n"},{"id":35331855,"name":"Snitch (Album Version (Edited))","trackName":"Snitch (Album Version (Edited))","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"Snitch","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Convict\nShady\nConvict music\nGuess who's back\nStill we here, haters\nAkon and Obie, Trice\nYeah\nWhatcha gonna do it with it, A?\nWhatcha gonna do?\nTake 'em all back to the street\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah\nIt's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga\nIt's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member\nOnce he got pinched, coincided with law\nSame homie say, he lay it down for the boy\nBrought game squad around ours\nHow could it be? Been homies since Superman draws\nOnly foniness never came to par\nHe had us, a true neighborhood actor\nHad his back with K's\nNow we see through him like X-Ray's, cuffed in that Adam car\nNo matter, his loss, we at him, it's war\nKnowing not to cross those Reservoir Dogs\nYou helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable\nWhen we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'\nNo X and Os, Tex Calicos\nAim at your chest nicca\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\nWe started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest\nPrivate conferences when we eat, Benihana's\nRecondences when we peep enemies on us\nBeen on these corners, sellin' like anything on us\nKnowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors\nThat ain't got shit to do with the tea in China\nWe gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us\nMeantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up\nIt's an eye for an eye for the riders\nWe ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors\nPo Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours\nWe vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder\nWho woulda known he would fold and cower\nOnce the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds\nSo no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\nAim at your chest nicca\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\nNowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full\nSo he move to a rural area to keep cool\nHe snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell\nNowadays, your circles should be small as hell\nAin't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me\nEven if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually\nNo penitentiary, there will be no clemency\nYou will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century\nThese cats is rats now, the streets need decon\nThat's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em\nStop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'\nThis act is not permitted, nowhere on the map\nIt is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it\nAlong with 'em and then snitch and become hidden\nSo it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\nAim at your chest nicca\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\nYou rat bastard","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Snitch (Album Version (Edited))\n  artist: Obie Trice\n  album: Snitch\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Convict\n  Shady\n  Convict music\n  Guess who's back\n  Still we here, haters\n  Akon and Obie, Trice\n  Yeah\n  Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?\n  Whatcha gonna do?\n  Take 'em all back to the street\n  I keep the 40 cal on my side\n  Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n  You see a nigga pass by\n  Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n  Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n  Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n  Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n  'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah\n  It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga\n  It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member\n  Once he got pinched, coincided with law\n  Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy\n  Brought game squad around ours\n  How could it be? 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Been homies since Superman draws\nOnly phoniness never came to par\nHe had us, a true neighborhood actor\n\nHad his back with K's\nNow we see through him like X-ray's, cuffed in that Adam car\nNo matter, his loss, we at him, it's war\nKnowin' not to cross those Reservoir Dogs\nYou helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable\nWhen we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'\n\nNo ex and oh's, tex calicos\nAim at your chest nigga\n\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of a mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't, whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah\n\nWe started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest\nPrivate conferences when we eat, Benihana's\nReconnaissance when we peep enemies on us\nBeen on these corners, sellin' like anythin' on us\nKnowin' heaven has shown us being devil's minors\nThat ain't got shit to do with the tea in China\n\nWe gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us\nMeantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up\nIt's eye for an eye for the riders\nWe ain't tryin' to get locked up, we soul survivors\n\nPo Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours\nWe vow this, mixin' yayo with soda powder\nWho woulda known he would fold and cower\nOnce the captain showed, he sold whole McDonald's\n\nSo it's no ex and oh's, tex calicos\nAim at your chest nigga\n\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of a mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't, whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n\nNowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full\nSo he move to a rural area to keep cool\nThey snitchin' on a snitch now, it's nothin' to tell\nNowadays, your circles should be small as hell\n\nAin't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me\nEven if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually\nNo penitentiary, there will be no clemency\nYou will meet the lowest, Snitch, in given us a century\n\nThese cats is rats now, the streets need decon\nThat's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em\nStop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'\nThis act is not permitted, nowhere on the map\nIt is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it\nAlong with 'em and then snitch and become hidden\n\nSo it's no ex and oh's, tex calicos\nAim at your chest nigga\n\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of a mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't, whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah\n\nYou rat, bastard","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Snitch (Inst)\n  artist: Obie Trice feat Akon\n  album: Snitch CDS\n  duration_ms: 238446\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Convict, yeah\n  Shady, Convict music\n  Guess who's back?\n  Still we're here, haters\n\n  Akon and Obie Trice, yeah\n  Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?\n  Whatcha gonna do?\n  Take 'em all back to the street\n\n  I keep the 40 cal on my side\n  Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster\n  You see a nigga pass by\n  Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\n  Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n  Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n  Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch\n  'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah\n\n  It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga\n  It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member\n  Once he got pinched, coincided with law\n  Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy\n\n  Brought game squad around ours\n  How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws\n  Only phoniness never came to par\n  He had us, a true neighborhood actor\n\n  Had his back with K's\n  Now we see through him like X-ray's, cuffed in that Adam car\n  No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war\n  Knowin' not to cross those Reservoir Dogs\n  You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable\n  When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'\n\n  No ex and oh's, tex calicos\n  Aim at your chest nigga\n\n  I keep the 40 cal on my side\n  Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster\n  You see a nigga pass by\n  Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\n  Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n  Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n  Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch\n  'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah\n\n  We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest\n  Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's\n  Reconnaissance when we peep enemies on us\n  Been on these corners, sellin' like anythin' on us\n  Knowin' heaven has shown us being devil's minors\n  That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China\n\n  We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us\n  Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up\n  It's eye for an eye for the riders\n  We ain't tryin' to get locked up, we soul survivors\n\n  Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours\n  We vow this, mixin' yayo with soda powder\n  Who woulda known he would fold and cower\n  Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonald's\n\n  So it's no ex and oh's, tex calicos\n  Aim at your chest nigga\n\n  I keep the 40 cal on my side\n  Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster\n  You see a nigga pass by\n  Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\n  Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n  Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n  Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch\n  'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n\n  Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full\n  So he move to a rural area to keep cool\n  They snitchin' on a snitch now, it's nothin' to tell\n  Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell\n\n  Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me\n  Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually\n  No penitentiary, there will be no clemency\n  You will meet the lowest, Snitch, in given us a century\n\n  These cats is rats now, the streets need decon\n  That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em\n  Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'\n  This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map\n  It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it\n  Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden\n\n  So it's no ex and oh's, tex calicos\n  Aim at your chest nigga\n\n  I keep the 40 cal on my side\n  Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster\n  You see a nigga pass by\n  Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\n  Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n  Anythin' that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n  Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch\n  'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah\n\n  You rat, bastard\n"},{"id":4977311,"name":"Snitch","trackName":"Snitch","artistName":"Obie Trice","albumName":"Once Upon a Time in 2006","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Convict, yeah\nShady, Shady\nConvict music\nGuess who's back\nStill we here, haters\nAkon and Obie, Trice\nYeah\nWhatcha gonna do it with it, A?\nWhatcha gonna do?\n\nTake 'em all back to the street\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah\n\nIt's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga\nIt's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member\nOnce he got pinched, coincided with law\nSame homie say, he lay it down for the boy\n\nBrought game squad around ours\nHow could it be? Been homies since Superman draws\nOnly foniness never came to par\nHe had us, a true neighborhood actor\n\nHad his back with K's\nNow we see through him like X-Ray's\nCuffed in that Adam car\nNo matter, his loss, we at him, it's war\n\nKnowing not to cross those Reservoir dogs\nYou helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable\nWhen we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'\nNo X and Os, Tex Calicos\nAim at your chest nigga\n\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n\nWe started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest\nPrivate conferences when we eat, Benihana's\nRecondences when we peep enemies on us\nBeen on these corners, sellin' like anything on us\n\nKnowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors\nThat ain't got shit to do with the tea in China\nWe gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us\nMeantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up\n\nIt's an eye for an eye for the riders\nWe ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors\nPo Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours\nWe vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder\n\nWho woulda known he would fold and cower\nOnce the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds\nSo no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\nAim at your chest nigga\n\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n\nNowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full\nSo he move to a rural area to keep cool\nHe snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell\nNowadays, your circles should be small as hell\n\nAin't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me\nEven if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually\nNo penitentiary, there will be no clemency\nYou will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century\n\nThese cats is rats now, the streets need decon\nThat's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em\nStop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'\nThis act is not permitted, nowhere on the map\n\nIt is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it\nAlong with 'em and then snitch and become hidden\nSo it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\nAim at your chest nigga\n\nI keep the 40 cal on my side\nSteppin' with the mind state of the mobster\nYou see a nigga pass by\nTuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\nGot glocks for sale, red tops for sale\nAnything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n\nJust don't whatever you do, Snitch\n'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\nYou rat bastard","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.29] Convict, yeah\n[00:05.09] Shady, Shady\n[00:07.09] Convict music\n[00:09.22] Guess who's back\n[00:10.73] Still we here, haters\n[00:12.18] Akon and Obie, Trice\n[00:15.15] Yeah\n[00:16.64] Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?\n[00:18.80] Whatcha gonna do?\n[00:20.00] Take 'em all back to the street\n[00:22.12] I keep the 40 cal on my side\n[00:24.78] Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n[00:27.45] You see a nigga pass by\n[00:29.92] Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n[00:32.91] Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n[00:35.82] Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n[00:39.30] Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n[00:41.37] 'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah\n[00:44.95] It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga\n[00:47.44] It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member\n[00:50.11] Once he got pinched, coincided with law\n[00:52.85] Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy\n[00:55.50] Brought game squad around ours\n[00:57.58] How could it be? 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by\n[02:37.65] Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n[02:41.19] Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n[02:43.64] Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n[02:47.19] Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n[02:49.57] 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n[02:52.58] Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full\n[02:55.38] So he move to a rural area to keep cool\n[02:58.00] He snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell\n[03:00.73] Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell\n[03:03.47] Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me\n[03:06.16] Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually\n[03:08.86] No penitentiary, there will be no clemency\n[03:11.51] You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century\n[03:14.14] These cats is rats now, the streets need decon\n[03:16.92] That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em\n[03:19.77] Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'\n[03:22.21] This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map\n[03:24.45] It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it\n[03:27.78] Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden\n[03:30.13] So it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\n[03:32.59] Aim at your chest nigga\n[03:34.45] I keep the 40 cal on my side\n[03:36.76] Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n[03:39.41] You see a nigga pass by\n[03:41.88] Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n[03:44.97] Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n[03:47.99] Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n[03:51.11] Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n[03:53.30] 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n[03:57.62] You rat bastard\n[03:58.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Snitch\n  artist: Obie Trice\n  album: Once Upon a Time in 2006\n  duration_ms: 241000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Convict, yeah\n  start_ms: 1290\n  end_ms: 5090\n- text: Shady, Shady\n  start_ms: 5090\n  end_ms: 7090\n- text: Convict 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Been homies since Superman draws\n  Only foniness never came to par\n  He had us, a true neighborhood actor\n\n  Had his back with K's\n  Now we see through him like X-Ray's\n  Cuffed in that Adam car\n  No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war\n\n  Knowing not to cross those Reservoir dogs\n  You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable\n  When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho'\n  No X and Os, Tex Calicos\n  Aim at your chest nigga\n\n  I keep the 40 cal on my side\n  Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n  You see a nigga pass by\n  Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\n  Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n  Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n  Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n  'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n\n  We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest\n  Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's\n  Recondences when we peep enemies on us\n  Been on these corners, sellin' like anything on us\n\n  Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors\n  That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China\n  We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us\n  Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up\n\n  It's an eye for an eye for the riders\n  We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors\n  Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours\n  We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder\n\n  Who woulda known he would fold and cower\n  Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds\n  So no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\n  Aim at your chest nigga\n\n  I keep the 40 cal on my side\n  Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n  You see a nigga pass by\n  Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\n  Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n  Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n  Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n  'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n\n  Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full\n  So he move to a rural area to keep cool\n  He snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell\n  Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell\n\n  Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me\n  Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually\n  No penitentiary, there will be no clemency\n  You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century\n\n  These cats is rats now, the streets need decon\n  That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em\n  Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'\n  This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map\n\n  It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it\n  Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden\n  So it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos\n  Aim at your chest nigga\n\n  I keep the 40 cal on my side\n  Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster\n  You see a nigga pass by\n  Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya\n\n  Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale\n  Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you\n\n  Just don't whatever you do, Snitch\n  'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah\n  You rat bastard\n"}]