[Intro: Mac Dre]
I, I, I told you the bitch was no good
(I tried to told you)
She's a tweedle-lee bird singing bitch
(She’ll tell on you, man)
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
The feds hit the spot, shake it down and ransacked
'Cause the bitch got caught with the sack on the Amtrak
Looking for the product, came out with nada
Maybe Gucci, Fendi and a lot of Prada
See, baby is one of them bitch bosses
If she want it, she buy it, she don't care what it costes
She’s a cutthedette that'll bust a TEC
Take a thizz and take a fifth of Priv' to the neck
She's never lived in the 'jects but the 'jеcts is where she stayеd
Yadadamean, selling cream, getting paid
The call was made, an anonymous tip
Mmm-mmm, uh-uh, it was a scandalous bitch
Caught up in the mix, tryna shake jail
But she don't got a bail so she thinks she gotta tell
A lotta yayo, a lotta mail was took
Oh, what happened next? I'll tell you after the hook
[Chorus: Mac Dre]
You never see it comin’, it always surprises
They come in all colors, shapes and sizes
Not the kind of bird you cook in the kitchen
The kind of bird that sings you know, stool pigeon
You never see it comin’, it always surprises
They come in all colors, shapes and sizes
Not the kind of bird you cook in the kitchen
The kind of bird that sings you know, stool pigeon
[Verse 2: Dubee]
Ain't no love when you nigs get to workin’ with the pigs
Ain't no love when you act like you ain't knowin' who it is
Ain’t no love for what you did, but I'ma pray for you
That the Lord don't find a way to make another day for you
And I'ma pray for myself, 'cause I won't get up out this shit
And know I need help, but I'm thuggin', oh well
And got everything for sale, any way you want it
And guess time gon' tell, beef for rhyme don't gel
Niggas got the game fucked, cuffed in a nutshell
Within the flames of hell, when I breathe, we show
I see myself realest in the realm
With some killers in the field that put bullets in your grill
Cut them blocks, niggas steal, two feet to the street
And do it all like I slip to the beat
Now if you ask me why we don't speak a word to police
Just took around, mayne, and you tell me
[Chorus: Mac Dre]
You never see it comin', it always surprises
They come in all colors, shapes and sizes
Not the kind of bird you cook in the kitchen
The kind of bird that sings you know, stool pigeon
You never see it comin', it always surprises
They come in all colors, shapes and sizes
Not the kind of bird you cook in the kitchen
The kind of bird that sings you know, stool pigeon
[Bridge: Mac Dre]
Man, them same niggas that be goin' and tellin'
Is them same niggas that got me jellin' (Same niggas)
Them same niggas that got me bailin' (Same niggas)
Them same niggas that done made me a felon (Same old niggas)
[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
I ain't buyin' what you're sellin', don't care how you dress it up
You can miss me with the questions which you're stressin', nigga, what
My nigga in the cut, ready to take your head off (Take your head off)
Dump lead off, get so quick, bitch, and jet off
I'm mean like Adolf, Hitler, I'm keen like the Riddler
I'll play a true beezy like a fiddler
Even though I'm littler than you, you'll get whooped
I got lefts and rights, jabs and hooks
Deal with bags like cooks, sauté, flambé
Double O in the house with Black Jesus and Dre
Y'all niggas came to play, save it for the kids
Watch what I'll deliver, nigga, give the game to your wig