[Hook- Nate Dogg] All these Niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal 3000 miles away and I can hear you still Half these Niggass snitchin' yo and that's for real I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel [Verse 1- Proof] ??? to his bases no movie script No yay, no pounds, no oozie clips Not a car, no bling, no ??? bitch You got all of these rappers sayin' they moving bricks They whole clique switch with ???? and tics If you truly bitch then they usually snitch In a round about way, I say my tully spit But if it come to comin' a plea, it include the fifth The mood is flipped, cause spirits need a diaphram Gangsta rappers with murderer for hired hands Police in wired vans callin' us pirate clans Government guided hands with private plans To damage the game its a shame they don't survive the scam Cause we high off liquor, bitches with vicodan ??? we gon' strike again, so trifling Got kids idoling the vests and rifling While you make a fake life with pens Glorify the hood but never a bible hymn And as the streets keep trying him Until the feds indite the fans just for buying it Here's the violin [Hook- Nate Dogg] All these Niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal 3000 miles away and I can hear you still Half these Niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel [Verse 2- Swifty McVay] I knew the guy that told a 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 Why you do somethin' cruel bitch? Snitchin' like Sammy Bull Now you're life's fucked up and I'm announcin' you responsible And I'ma cut the fuck up and what you gon' do is sit your ass there So what ain't nothin' fair when a nigga like you get carried away without ya lips And they wonderin' why Swifty McVay be killin' shit I drop you off and get lost, come back the same day With your tongue cut off, nigga its cursed anyway You're the one who can't count, so give my gees up And when it come to shootin', you the one who freeze up That's why your broke ass can swallow these nuts And folks ass tryna follow everything that reads up On the reports 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 mama and your kids snitch [Hook- Nate Dogg] All these niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal 3000 miles away and I can hear you still Half these niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel [Verse 3- Proof] If you hittin' for slugs that blazed by killas Now the game ain't changed, these niggas out here praisin' squealas Go Proof, my behaviors iller when tellin' the truth Expunge my gun nigga like any paid felon would do My spokin' is well in the truth, you inhalin' the proof >From the block to the jello, the booth Bad boy image shall illuminate in silence Gangsta, one that communicates through violence Not through yappin' or hostile rappin' Up on TV, vest up and glocks go flashin' Its all actin', ya'll just don't see the director behind the camera That yells out action! Blowin' off the door hands to avoid the orbits Why the masses have supported recorded performance There's enormous shortage of poor kids with new deals They woke up all 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 [Interlude] [Gunshots] Is he still alive? Yea yea I think so All right great, let's sign him [Hook- Nate Dogg] All these niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal 3000 miles away and I can hear you still Half these niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel