Proof, Swifty McVay, Nate Dogg - Sammy Da Bull lyrics

All these niggas talkin 'bout
What they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then
I heard you squeal
Holdin hands with the DA while
You made your deal
Three thousand miles away and I
Could hear you still
Half these niggas snitchin yo
And that's for real
I know it's hard to swallow
That's a big ol' pill
If I catch you motherfuckers you
Gon' catch some steel
I know it might sound crazy
That's the way I feel

Uhh, trace this to it's basis
No movie script
No yay, no pounds, no uzi clips
Not a car, no bling, know a bougie bitch


You got all of these rappers
Sayin they movin bricks
They whole cliques switch with boob and tit's
If you're - truly bitch
Then they'll - usually snitch
In a roundabout way I say my toolies spit
But, if it come to coppin a plea
It includes the fifth!
The mood is flipped cause
Spirit's see the diaphragms
Gangsta rappers with murderers
For hired hands
Police and riot vans, callin us pirate clans
Government guide hands, with private plans
To damage the game
It's a shame to survive a scam
Cause we high off liquor, bitches and Vicadin
Yell out we gon' strike again, so triflin
Got kids idlin the vest to riflin (look Ma)
Why you make a fake life in pens?
Glorify the hood but never a Bible hymn
And as the streets keep tyin in
Until the Feds indict the fans
Just for buyin in, where's the violin?

Hah, are you the guy that told the guy
That I'm the guy that gave the guy
A half a P now the police is after me
Askin me questions
Tellin me shit you only knew
Pulled up on me out the blue
All this shit because of you
I should do somethin' cruel bitch
Snitchin like Samuel Bull
Snitchin like Samuel Bull
Now yo' life's fucked up
And I'm announcin you responsible
And I'm cut the fuck up
And whatchu gonna do but sit yo' ass there
So what? Ain't nothin fair
When a nigga like you get
Carried away without your lips
And they wonderin why Swifty
McVay be killin shit (AHH)
I drop you off and get lost
Come back the same day
Witcho' tongue cut off nigga
It's cursed anyway
You the one who can't count
So give my G's up (straight up)
And when it comes to shootin you
The one who freeze up
That's why yo' broke ass
Could swallow these nuts and folks ask
Tryna follow everything that reads up
On your report you made
I will escort you to your grave
Tryna see me behind bars so you can get paid?
That's negative
You threaten my life? I CAN'T let you live
Then you think that it'll catch up to
Your momma and your kids snitch AHH!

If you aim for slugs that's blazed by killers
Now the game done changed these
Niggas out here praisin squealers
Go Proof - my behavior's iller
When tellin the truth
Expunge my gun nigga like
Any paid felon'll do
My spoken is well in the truth
You in hell and the Proof
From the block to the jail or the booth
Bad boy image shall illuminate in silence
Gangsta, one that communicates
Through violence go Proof - not through
Yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV vest up and Glocks go flashin
It's all actin - y'all just
Don't see the director behind the
Camera that yells out "Action" (take one)
Blowin off the door hinge to a world in orbit
Where the masses have
Supportive recorded performance
There's enormous shortage of poor kids
With new deals
They will become distorted and tortured
And I ain't losin like 'Pac
There's rules on my block
I'm from Detroit bitch
It ain't cool to be shot

(Is he still alive?)
(yeah, yeah, I think so)
(Alright great, let's sign him)

Heh, aiyyo dig this
If you tell the masses, you tell the cops
But, if that street yappin made you famous
Then you a star star hey write down "star"
Write down "star" on a piece of paper
Hold it up in front of you
Right in the mirror put it in the mirror
Hold it up in front of you, and that's YOU

Holla at me, fix it faggots