Yo.Yo.MF Doom.Mr.Fantastic.Fantastic.Villain.What up, nigga?Hey, 9, what's the word?It's Crackin' Boy.Same old *, kid.Man,Rap Snitches, man.Get this bugged out,man.The *, man?You ain't tellin' me.Niggas runnin' their mouth.Tellin' everything.Everything.Rap Snitches, tellin' all their business.Sit in the court and be their own star witness.Do you see the perpetrator?Yeah, I'm right here.* around, get the whole label sent up for yearsUnh, rap snitches, tellin' all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witnessDo you see the perpetrator?Yeah, I'm right here * around,get the whole label sent up foryears Unh, tight profile, low, like eight and paidin full A track,heavy cash, cause the game's intriple cool Mr.Fantastic,long though like elasticGot my life between blocks,it's made out of plasticCan't stand up round nose a nigga,fake ass * In my ear and my style,tour bus to Manhattan Plotting,playing the quickest, my flow's My hoes be the thickest,my dro, the stickiest Street nigga,stamped and bonafide When beef jump niggas come get me cause they know I rideTrue to the ski mask,New York's my origin Play a fake gangster like a old accordionAccording to him, when the D's rushed in Complication from the wild, testimony withstandCaused this man to go up north,the boy hit him againName rap snitch nigga,even told on a Mexican Rap snitches,tellin' all their businessSit in the court and be their own star witness Do you see the perpetrator?Yeah, I'm right here, * around Get the whole label center for yearsRap snitches, tellin' on their business Sit in the court and be their own star witnessDo you see the perpetrator?Yeah, I'm right here, * around Get the whole label center for yearsTrue, it's rules to this *,fools dare care Everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fearYeah, yeah, tell them, tell it on the mountain hillRunnin' up they mouth bill,everybody doubtin' still If you're a farmer,keep it up and get tested Pop through your bubble vest or double-breastedHe keep a lab down south in the little beast So much heat you would've thought it was theMiddle East A little grease always keeps the wheels a-spinningLike sitting on 23's that get the squealers grinningHitting on many trees,feel real linen Spitting on enemies,get the steel, fix in men With no brains but gum flap,he said his gunclap Then he fled after one slap,son shut your trap saving for the bitches mmm delicious rap snitch conditionsyou know I'm saying it's terrible crazy man analyzing this whole game is buggedout man niggas snitchingtelling on their own self it's a horror around butget a bite bag man trust me go and get your mama bag me know your grandmamabe bootlegging fake hustler nigga.