Juicy J - Ain't Allowed Where I'm From

Tripilation,nigga.
Man, Young Ced on a beat.
Whatch these snitches mane.
(HOOD RICH)

feat. Project Pat

Chorus
(Juicy J)
These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause
All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from X2

(DJ SCREAM HIT IN DA STREETZ)
(Juicy J Verse One)
Nigger stuck off in the fare, fucking with them bricks
His partners put them laws on him, over a bitch
These pussy niggas scared, don’t wanna take they charge
They swear they hard but they soft in cotton balls
Real niggers go to jail and don’t tell them nothing, true
Do that time, come back home then get back to hustling
We got everything for sale, but the kitchen sink
Keep my eyes on you snakes, I don’t even blink
Boy you scared, you gonna tell them white folks everything, yes sir
To cut your time, you gonna give up errybody name(pussy)
Snitching nigger you ain’t straight, them folks gonna find you dead
Cut your tongue, gut your mouth then put one in your head

Chorus
(Juicy J)
These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause
All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from X2

(Project Pat Verse Two)
The bigger the gun, the bigger the skull
The bigger the hole for doc to put
Hole in your head, I put you to sleep
Body not found, mama gon’ weep
Drop in the down then run in your mouth
Nowhere to run then in the south
Meet me round i talkin the phone, goons and out burnin the south
She squeal like a pig,i buck your wheel
Baking smokin like a cigare,blowing on kush and sipping on hen
Forgive me father for your sin
Nigga roll in up again,convicted felon back in the pen
Pistol in face he,he thoughts thats legate,he gone for 12 i gone for 10
Shootin them balls,they know im a boss
Looking for bread, he know that’s a loss
My cross is comin except my dellin,separete now im goin to killin
Pay the car,that what you living
Behind them bars, now you gon’ squeal.
You playin da streetz,we playin for real
Jail don't will,swallow that pill.

Chorus
(Juicy J)
These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause
All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from X2

(Dricky Graham Verse Three)
Prime time snitching lies, got line twistin gas
Take the click to make them flake
No blind sign in district nas
Trying to dodge prison time, all the time flishin by,smithin us (BOW BOW BOW)
If you mention mines one,put you in dat skull, two clack and get smoke
three screw good you up and put your body in an envelope
Four singin your folks thats your head hanging in these gatz
Now you linkin,body stinking in da fair ass truck
ANd that fair pressure, makes the snitches wanna rolls you
They start drop it down,like they callin Mr.Tobuge
God is my witness man I swear to tell the whole truth
Where im form,we gets it don'ing like we didn't know dude

Chorus
(Juicy J)
These niggers dropping dimes, they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I’ma cut some fingers, I’ma clip some tongues, cause
All that pouring and that talking ain’t allowed where I’m from X2