I ain't snitchin', I ain't talkin'
Got nothin' on me, so I'll soon be walkin'
I ain't gone get loose with my lips, I'm equipped, ain't gonna trip
No torture, nothing to overkill my will
After all, it is written: "Peace be still"
If I ain't seen nothin', I know the drill
Turn my ass loose, and I'm over that hill
Yo', man, I'll talk, you just name yo' price
I'll spill the beans, put my cronies on ice
I ain't afraid of repercussions, let's make this discussion
I'm cool, I ain't rushin'
No crony seem worthy of loyalty, they ain't royalty
I'll Judas Iscarot them, to put it real plain
I'll Pontius Pilate them, wash my hands, it's all the same
I'll do the dirt, and bring down their name
When speaking too loose, gone use lip disservice
Who's gonna benefit, who's placid, who's nervous
When withholding info that's used to save lives
You really protecting--or is someone deprived?
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