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

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

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

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

Trick sap wanna hang hisself a dick
because he got popped with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas for the vittles
But rat head wants to the to the popo's

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

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

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

Popo's gives up no slack, all the dope tracks
Lettin' this shit really be known,
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 like a batch, gee
The nigga played the of a pussy
old peck, crevas faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a jacket

On the turf wants to get with his p.g.
But draw too much heat, so they wait patiently
He be seen no time soon
in the V Town he's doomed

Packed up and straight cut to
Got in the grill all the hoods and thugs
Expressin, "I'm the V Town, Duke 707"
Niggas and was trippin' and shit, havin a fit

He said, "I even know and the fuckin' click"
damn near shitted, boss
Not knownin' the nigga was lyin' his ass off
Meanwhile, back in

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

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

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

gettin' poked in the backroom
Fools goi' home smellin' like
Nothin' but from different towns
A house of Nino Browns

pool, playin' craps and dominos
Niggas off decks and five point o's
It's all good, nobody gives a fuck
But look who up
(The that talks, he's a bitch)

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