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

Rat get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get nothin' but cheese
(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 like a mice
talkin' about 25 to life
But real do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads give up to the vice, you know

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

Get me outta here, dude, I'm weight stressin'
So they offer that man some protection
He couldn't be from the or the south
'Cause my side of don't go runnin' 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 such a song
The pigs even gave his ass a home
The blind mice read braille
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all Vallejo

Popo's up no slack, all through the dope tracks
Lettin' this shit 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 wears a jacket

On the they wants to get with his p.g.
But it'll too much heat, so they wait patiently
He won't be seen no soon
'Cause in the V 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"
and bitches was trippin' and shit, havin a fit

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

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

A party jumps off on Blueberg
Vallejo niggas in that muthafucka hella
No funk, no static, thinkin' about a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes

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

gettin' poked in the backroom
Fools goi' home smellin' like
Nothin' but ballers from different
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 that talks, he's a bitch)

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