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Rat heads get nothin' but y'all
(The that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get but cheese y'all
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)

Rat heads get nothin' but cheese
(The that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The that talks, he's a bitch)

you look, would you listen
Niggas be snitchin', talkin',
All up in the joint, man, singin',
Talkin' all old really fruitful riff raff ass shit, mayn
on every nigga in the muthafuckin' dope game

He's scared a mice
Popo's talkin' 25 to life
But niggas do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads give up game to the vice, you

Trick sap wanna hang hisself like a
Just because he got with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas for the vittles
But rat head wants to the talk to the

Get me here, dude, I'm losin' weight stressin'
So they offer that man some police
He couldn't be from the Hillside or the
'Cause my of town don't go runnin' off at the mouth

Mickey spilled his guts
He said, "They all drive and Cuts'"
But they let him out without a
Nothin' ass nigga, he straight us out

But since he such a good song
The pigs even gave his ass a ride
The blind mice couldn't read
made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo

Popo's gives up no slack, all through the tracks
Lettin' shit really be known, jack
To get a bit too far, kind of
the rat some money, and said, "Now you work for me"

He was all for the scratch, see, and just a batch, gee
The nigga played the role of a
old peck, crevas faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he a snitch jacket

On the turf they to get with his p.g.
But it'll draw too much heat, so they patiently
He won't be seen no soon
in the V Town he's doomed

Packed up and cut to susun
Got in the grill with all the hoods and
Expressin, "I'm from the V Town, 707"
Niggas and bitches was trippin' and shit, a fit

He said, "I know E-40 and the fuckin' click"
They damn shitted, boss
Not knownin' that the nigga was his ass off
Meanwhile, in Vallejo

gettin' knocked for possession of sale
The races get away clean, brother
But niggas, we always gotta rat on other

A party off on Blueberg Street
Vallejo niggas in that muthafucka deep
No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin' a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes

full of liqor and wine
M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and wine
All the gather up
They play the five second hold it in, and get stupid stuck

Hoes poked in the backroom
Fools goi' home like perfume
Nothin' but from different towns
A full of Nino Browns

Shootin' pool, craps and dominos
jackin' off decks and five point o's
It's all good, 'cause gives a fuck
But who pops up
(The nigga talks, he's a bitch)

Vallejo yelled out
(Snitch)
Mobbed his ass, beat him to the dirt
And straight bezerk