Snitchin ft. Cimer Amor Lyrics

I know you remember Tamika all her friends called her Meek-Meek

Pretty girl she used to live off 18th street

She was a good kid she ain't get in trouble much

Seen her on the block playing hop scotch and double dutch

She ain't never hurt nobody, well mannered

Too precious, too young to be taken off the planet

Gotdammit what be going through the minds of these buls

Doing crimes, breaking laws, selling drugs, little wars

Leaving a hole in a heart that ain't mendable

Make you wonder how did life become so expendable

They left her laying there in her own blood

Made her blue collar father turn back into a thug

36 now he back on some 21 shit

Calling up all his old homies he used to run with

These niggas done killed my baby

Can't cry, blood boiling in his veins like rabies

Vengeance is mine said the Lord

He looked up and said, I ain't tryna hear that no more

I'ma make sure these fuckers ain't breathing no more

They done took my life so what I got to live for

And her mama keep going door to door

Saying please tell me who did this to my baby

Please tell me, if I don't find out soon I'ma go crazy

Yall tell me who did this to my baby

Ain't nobody see nothing? Come on I know yall seen something

I know yall heard something, pray my strength

Cause this time it's mine next time might be yours

And you gonna be the one going from door to door

Tell me something, please, please, just tell me something

Start snitchin'

You know Mr. Wade, been living on the block for decades

Great neighbor, always get his coffee and his paper

From the corner bodega, used to be the block captain

He seen them corner boys change from doo-wop to rappin

Seen'em change from switchblades to a magnum

They use to run from the cops but now they shooting at'em

For fun, when he was young there was nothing to prove then

White folk moved out when black folk moved in

Got a lil wild, but still able to tame this

Then crack came and shit ain't been the same since

See each year things got more violent

If you talked you died so people got more silent

Now Mr. Wade, he know who killed lil Meek Meek

But this code of the street got him afraid to speak

Stop snitchin' that's for killers and thiefs

Now law abiding citizens now follow these beliefs

It don't apply to righteous people who care

That shit was made up by the criminals to keep yall all scared

But tell that to the killers that's chillin next door

And the witness who live upstairs on the next floor

And her mama keep going door to door

Saying please tell me who did this to my baby

Please tell me, if I don't find out soon I'ma go crazy

Yall tell me who did this to my baby

Ain't nobody see nothing? Come on I know yall seen something

I know yall heard something, pray my strength

Cause this time it's mine next time might be yours

And you gonna be the one going from door to door

Tell me something, please, please, just tell me something

Start snitchin'

An old lady say, I shouldn't have to live this way

I get up, I take myself to work every single day

I don't want to be a prisoner in my own home

Anonymous tip was made from the pay phone

Next thing you know all them criminals is gone

Lock they ass up in jail where they belong