snitches get stitches... code of the streets... truuu ---all me--- KA on da beat
Loonie of Real Talk ToRoNtO cAnAdA 416
Through early 2000's Loonie has built his lyrical skill on paper and through acapella. Eventually after meeting various underground rappers he took the next step and purchased a mic. Building his verbal strength through the mic Loonie began making songs, focusing not so much on the quality of the sound but on the quality of the lyrics and the messages portrayed through his lyrics. Eventually Loonie stepped up from him 10 dollar mic and purchased a professional studio-quality condenser mic. Performing at various venues now LunatiKK is determined to being Hip-Hop out of the gutter and bring the un-recognized city we all know and love so much as Toronto to new heights in the music industry.
Story behind the song
for all these fuckin bitch-ass snitch
Lyrics
3 a.m. now i park the fuckin ride
grab tha ski mask but leave the gun outside
walk to the backyard flat against the house
the kids are asleep so be quiet as a mouse
get to the back door without a fuckin sound
i bash the fuckin glass nah hear it shatter on the ground
i hear a bitch scream an a man yell what the hell
a snitch lives in this bitch, this tale he won't tell
dad rushes to the back to see what the fuck is on
an i can hear the kids yellin "whats happenin mom?!"
grabbed a shovel from the shed, bashed it over his head
to the floor he dropped dead an hes fuckin gushin red
ran inside grabbed a butcher knife
ran into the livin room an snuffed the mans wife
i bent 'er over the couch, an pulled up 'er skirt
stuck mah dick in her ass an choked her so it hurt
squeezed tight on a tit from under the shirt
i love to stay an chat buh i ain't got time to squirt
i got mah point across, i ain't finna stall
jabbed the butcher knife into the back of 'er skull
ran up the stairs looked from the left to the right
two lights were on buh ain't a person in sight
i yelled fee-fii-fo-fum
ya snitch-ass bitch, out ya come
i walked up to a room, kicked in the door
an i see that bitch snitch cowerin' on tha floor
his lil' sisters cryin in the corner cryin, shakin, an quakin
an if you think i'd even touch 'er then you fuckin' mistaken
i walked over to the coward, grabbed the punk by his colla
shoved him in the back an said move bitch i'll folla
we got to the stairs an i kicked him in his back
he hit every single step an the bottom wit a smack
i walked slow down the stairs an said get the fuck up
he said "where're we goin?" i said "out to mah truck"
he said "fuck you bitch" which made me even madder
i snuffed him in his face an felt his cheekbone shatter
i grabbed his arm an twisted it behind his back
turned his gaze to his moms an said "how ya like dat?"
he stared at the corpse in disbelief
this is what happens when ya snitch fool, its called beef
brought him out back, showed him his dad
when i needa suffocate a snitch i depend on glad
so i grabbed the garbage bag, put it over his head
kicked him on the floor till he was just about dead
dragged him to the truck, grabbed the heckeler an koch
pulled off tha garbage bag, so he could watch
i put the gun to his face, right between his eyes
stared him down an said snitches don't survive
i pulled it back an i let the hammer snap
snitches get stitches, whats more real than that?.
whats more real than that is when i reload mah gat
squeeze mah trigga real quick ta-ta-ta-tap-tap-tap
if ya snitchin ya breakin the code of the street
crucify ya upsidedown wit ya head below ya feet
if u snitch instantly ya got a price on ya head
like george bush eyybody wants ya dead
assassins be slashin till u in a casket
shittin on ta tombstone, thats whasts gonna happen
i make this song as a message to all loose-lippin cowards
don't do it cuz guaranteed you'll be devoured
popo 5-oh oh no stay close don't go
they don't know an they don't need know so
ill make ya fuckin stay still put ya in chokehold
put a loaded 22 right up in ya blowhole
can't trust a snitch, can't trust him wit shit
but ya see these snitches, all look rich
respect from police, no respect from the streets
gotta sneak around everywhere so discreet
cuz hunters out to clap ya attack ya bastard
dead on sight, see how ya long ya lasted
word travels quick, bullets travel quicka
shit sticks to you like a fuckin sticka
so remember tha next time ya wanna run yo mouth
remember tha code of the streets, an wut u about
ya can't run away from hunters forever
sooner or later yo gonna meet the beretta
respect what i speak becuz u know that its tru
hit ya wit da brand new 22
if i get arrested, fuck it im geevin
cuz ima slit ya throght see ya bleedin
you beggin me no but im proceedin
you decieve me, then you im decievin
strangle ya neck till ya no longer breathin
these snitches is cowards i can't
