Obie Trice, Akon - Snitch Convict, yeah Shady, Shady Convict music Guess who\u0027s back Still we here, haters Akon and Obie, Trice Yeah Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? Take \u0027em all back to the street I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin\u0027 with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in \u0027cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I\u0027m gon\u0027 lace you Just don\u0027t whatever you do, Snitch \u0027Cause you will get hit, pray I don\u0027t lace you, yeah It\u0027s risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga It\u0027s history, Snitch, who decided he\u0027s a member Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy Brought game squad around ours How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws Only foniness never came to par He had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K\u0027s Now we see through him like X-Ray\u0027s Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it\u0027s war Knowing not to cross those Reservoir dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable When we invest in team, it\u0027s to the death fo\u0027 sho\u0027 No X and Os, Tex Calicos Aim at your chest nigga