But little did he know he dug a deeper hole
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
Out of town trips, cocaine connects
Shit, Steven Seagal, I used to love his karate
Got agents in your spot for them bricks of raw
You coward nigga, you teller nigga
There's rats in the street and rats in the jail
He told on himself and told on his right hand
Pipe on death row, they told on Pete
You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell
They the reason that pistol ain't on the street
And there's nowhere to hide, when the marshals come
You coward nigga, you teller nigga
But even he snitched, he told on Peter Gotti
He snitched about the diesel, stashed in the ceiling
You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
I heard ta-ta tellin' just to get that cheese
Nicky Barnes and Alpo, cat and freeze
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
Sammy the bull man, he the biggest of them all
You coward nigga, you teller nigga
I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
He broke the code, he made the whole mob fall
Kingpin charges and that RICO law
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
He told about his lifestyle and old war stories
Fat cat and Alpo nigga started this shit
You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
You coward nigga, you teller nigga
You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
He tellin' on his people like Saddam Hussein
Homey watch the corner, slingin' that crack
Pillow talk wit'cha girl about that German Ruger
You coward nigga, you teller nigga
He told about the ratchets, fo'-fifths and tecs
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
Got her in a small room with the prosecutor
He talked about taxes and credit card scams
I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
You coward nigga, you teller nigga
Death before dishonor, what happened to that?
Now he in Fort Dix with a man's dick on him
Them wolves in lamb's clothing is the ones that's rat
D.A. don't play, giving life off of hearsay
I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
So when you standin' on that corner, chillin' wit'cha fellas
The game over, man everybody wanna snitch
And people tellin' on you that you never saw
The south beach king is, federal informer
Like your next door neighbor that live on your floor
You coward nigga, you teller nigga
Now he rattin' on his co-d's, snitchin' on his homies
And right hand on the stand for conspiracy
He bragged about them kids that caught bodies in his building
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
Italian Joe Camby, he messed up the game
Watch ya shooter, them feds givin' years for them guns
I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
That kid C K told on O G mack
To government officials and D.S. attorneys
Chris Portello, yeah he used to fuck with Madonna
Joe took the stand, he sold his soul
You coward nigga, you teller nigga
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
Kid watch your back for them damn tattle tellers
He lied on his friends and the judge flipped on him
The brawl in B-more in the stall with them shorties
