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letra de mouth closed - packman

[hook: packman]
i got keep your mouth closed, no until want you now
keep your mouth closed, keep your mouth closed
keep your mouth closed, you gotta keep your mouth closed
keep your mouth closed (closed)
the police ask us questions, we say we don’t know (know)
‘cause snitching get you st-tches, we gon’ leave you cold (cold)
yeah, snitching get you st-tches, we gon’ leave you cold (leave you cold)
you gotta keep your mouth closed, keep your mouth closed (closed)
he police ask us questions, we say we don’t know (we don’t know)
‘cause snitching get you st-tches, we gon’ leave you cold (leave you cold)
yeah, snitching get you st-tches, we gon’ leave you cold (cold)
you gotta keep your mouth closed

[verse 1: packman]
sware the n-ggas, they don’t know no better (they don’t know no better)
if there’s one thing i cannot stand, it’s a f-cking tattletale (tattletale)
we catch you slippin’, we hit you with that heavy metal
rat sh-t run in your blood, it must be hereditary
h-lla scary, you a b-tch, let me find out you a snitch
with this stick, i’m tooligy
move it high, and shoot the sh-t
you sat there, eating cheese with the lapd
i ain’t putting it on safety, n-gga
i can’t let you play me, n-gga
mr. rodgers in my neighborhood, them young n-ggas be slanging choppers in my neighborhood
if you a rat, we won’t allow you in my neighborhood
we turn your brains into pasta in my neighborhood

[hook: packman]
you gotta keep your mouth closed, keep your mouth closed (closed)
the police ask us questions, we say we don’t know (know)
‘cause snitching get you st-tches, we gon’ leave you cold (cold)
yeah, snitching get you st-tches, we gon’ leave you cold (leave you cold)
you gotta keep your mouth closed, keep your mouth closed
the police ask us questions, we say we don’t know (we don’t know)
‘cause snitching get you st-tches, we gon’ leave you cold (leave you cold)
yeah, snitching get you st-tches, we gon’ leave you cold (ay)

[verse 2: hurricane chris]
you gotta keep your mouth closed (you gotta keep your mouth closed) ever since a youngin, i was taught never trust the po
see, i remember back when i was trappin’ in the grove
i told my plug i swear to god that i would never fold
i had like eight thousand when i went and grabbed six
i had to do some time, behind a motherf-cking snitch
there’s only one goal when i get out to get rich
i’m tired of the struggle, man, i’m tired of selling bricks
and now i’m doing shows and all this money that i’m making
i’m blowing on this loud, like a n-gga a jamaican
and now that i made it, tell my mama, no more stressing (no stressing’)
i wake up every day and thank the lord for all my blessings

- packman

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