2Pac- Snitches ft. XXXTENTACION, Biggie Smalls & Joyner Lucas (Music Video)

Описание: Beat by Last- Dude
Mashup Last Dude

Lyrics:
Motherf*cker
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We gon' hit yo' ass up.

[Chorus: 2Pac ]
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches(2)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
So how about hittin' a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
Fuckin' with the player that done made her, huh
A motherfuckin' mack tonight
Stay back stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You fuckin' punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
He don't want no one-on-one (Yeah)
He grab that gun
Equipped with the clip, my son
What happened to a fist fight?
Really with the shit
If a nigga pull up on me
Might shoot a nigga dick right off
And niggas often kissing coffins
'Cause their brothers steady barking
At the system
Like their bitch at the apartment but
This Glock I trust, this motherfuckin' Glock I...

[Verse 3: Biggie Smalls]
Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin'
I'm rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make your shit splatter
Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit
Down your backbone to where your motherfucking'shit drip

[Chorus: 2Pac ]
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches(2)

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas]
I just did a show and got it lit ya little nigga
And my freestyles killing your originals nigga
Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen know nigga
You ain't from Toronto, put that on the Bible
I put six hollows in your Ferragamo
Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the bottle
Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado
Now come get on my level, I'm hard as metal
I bomb the ghetto, I brought the shovel
I bury all of you little ninja turtles
You Donatello, you soft as jello
You must be gone off that Amaretto
It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as pillows
You fucking midget, I call you Willow
I throw you out a fucking car window
I step all over your Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo' heart spinning, my bars illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm authentic
Your bars running no off limits
Don't talk business, don't talk, listen
I'm off this so you fuck this you fuck!

[Outro]

What, nigga
You old fake ass nigga
Fuck out my face nigga
Standin' there wearin' all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherfuckin' grape
Ain't this a motherfuckin' bitch
I can see right through your flower ass