[Intro: Akon, Eminem & Obie Trice]

Konvict (Yea! Shady!)

Konvict Muzik (Guess who's back?)

Still here, haters

Akon and Obie Trice, yeah

Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?

Whatcha gonna do?

Take 'em all back to the streets

[Chorus: Akon]

I keep the .40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mindstate of a mobster

You see a nigga pass by

Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya

Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale

Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you

Just don't, whatever you do, snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]

It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga

It's history, snitch, who decided he's a member?

Once he got pinched, coincided with law

Same homie say he lay it down for the bul

Brought Gang Squad around ours

How could it be? Been homies since Superman drawers

Only phoniness never came to par

He had us, a true neighborhood actor

Had his back with K's, now we see through him like X-Ray's

Cuffed in that Adam car

No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war

Knowin' not to cross those reservoir dogs

You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable?

When we invest in team, it's to the death for sho'

No X and O's

TEC's, Calico's aimed at your chest, nigga

[Chorus: Akon]

I keep the .40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mindstate of a mobster

You see a nigga pass by

Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya

Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale

Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you

Just don't, whatever you do, snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]

We started out as a crew, when one speak it's all honest

Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's

Reconnaissance when we peep enemies on us

Been on these corners, sellin' like anything on us

Knowin' Heaven has shown us bein' devil's minors

But that ain't got shit to do with the tea in China

We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us

Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up

It's eye for an eye for the riders

We ain't tryin' to get locked up, we sole survivors

Po-po's is cowards, it's no you, it's ours

We vowed this, mixin' yayo with soda powder

Who woulda known he would fold and cower?

Once the captain showed he sold to Old McDonald

So it's no X and O's

TEC's, Calico's aimed at your chest, nigga

[Chorus: Akon]

I keep the .40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mindstate of a mobster

You see a nigga pass by

Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya

Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale

Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you

Just don't, whatever you do, snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah

[Verse 3: Obie Trice]

Nowadays, Sammy The Bull's got the game fooled

So he move to a rural area to keep cool

They snitchin' on a snitch now, it's nothin' to tell

Nowadays your circle should be small as hell

Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me

Even if we bubble slow we'll get it eventually

No penitentiary, there'll be no clemency

You will meet the Lord, snitch, in givin' us a century

These cats is rats now, the streets need D-Con

That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em

Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin'

This act is not permitted nowhere on the map

It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison

If you been in it along with 'em, then snitch and become hidden

So it's no X and O's

TEC's, Calico's aimed at your chest, nigga

[Chorus: Akon]

I keep the .40 cal on my side

Steppin' with the mindstate of a mobster

You see a nigga pass by

Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya

Got Glocks for sale, red tops for sale

Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you

Just don't, whatever you do, snitch

'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah

[Outro: Obie Trice]

You rat bastard!