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A.L.T.O.N Video (MV)




Performed by: Byron Blake
Language: English
Length: 3:26
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Byron Blake - A.L.T.O.N Lyrics




How u talkin gangsta and u snitched you a civilian
How u claim u real but hang with niggaz that fucc children
How u hatin on me like I ain't come up out them buildings
How yo homies dead and all yo opps alive man who y'all killin
I'm on havoc time hell nall I ain't fuccin with no rats that shit asinine
Niggaz on the net talkin like they really blast them 9s
Knowing that they gonna be the first to run and sign them dotted lines
They tried to keep it quiet ain't no more hidin u niggaz outta time
Nigga got up on me he ain't kill me he wasn't even trying
Ain't no warning shots this ain't no prop this pop somebody dying
Step on who nigga quit that cappin u ain't got the mind
Asc for the detectives tryna work guess he ain't got the bond
Every time u keep it real they say u chasin clout
Who let in all these rats thought we was posed to chase em out
Know them boys ain't right but try to act like they in doubt
Then throw a real nigga some smut just cause I'm up they want my route
D Reed he a snitch, Mintai he a snitch, Jim Crow he a snitch, Lil Mo he a snitch,
Dink Capone he a snitch he even spoke up on my mother
Broke my heart came home this shit done rubbed off on my brother
Say they with dat smoke til it get hot then niggaz butter
Watch I pull up hop out on his blocc I bet he stutter
Dat boy kalon a snitch, dat nigga Micah a snitch
On Marco Thomas called the police when his crib got hit
Fucc dat nigga tweet he try to act like he my homie
But hangin with who told on me on Lanez you niggaz phony
Dat nigga Goldie a snitch dat nigga OB a snitch
Phillip blamed his own OG to get bacc free u know he a bitch
I ain't got no opps I got police tryna entrap me
Witnesses on standby with they cameras tryna catch me
Won't try me less I'm solo and they deep ducc niggaz daffys
Ima rocc out by myself don't need no shooters or no rappees
Just wait yo turn
I don't play with fire bitch on my son you gonna get burned
Ain't never lost no wat that's why I'm here when y'all gonna learn
If i tell my nigga go we'll put that whole city in urns
But ain't no sacrifices and hell nah we can't crash
If you see apd don't even thinc just do the dash
They askin how you got A whole town of niggaz mad
Tried to come play undercover i made them pussies wear they badge
Bitches goin out sad niggaz goin out worst put his ass on a carton put his ass on a shirt niggaz talkin bout pardons boy you in a nigga work
They like Hav why you ain't smoke him I don't know which one to kill first
Cause this Niggaz a snitch and that Niggaz a snitch
How the fucc we gonna slide when they got they feds all thru this bitch
This shit ain't bout no principle niggaz cappin, they shot out
The same name that you reppin i was booked for you was givin shout outs
That bitch tonya a snitch that nigga Ryan was a snitch
Fucc yo homie he dead I'm just trying to get rich
Shit ain't adding up, fucc it y'all don't hear me though
Nigga got out on a two week furlough like 3 years ago
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How u talkin gangsta and u snitched you a civilian
How u claim u real but hang with niggaz that fucc children
How u hatin on me like I ain't come up out them buildings
How yo homies dead and all yo opps alive man who y'all killin
I'm on havoc time hell nall I ain't fuccin with no rats that shit asinine
Niggaz on the net talkin like they really blast them 9s
Knowing that they gonna be the first to run and sign them dotted lines
They tried to keep it quiet ain't no more hidin u niggaz outta time
Nigga got up on me he ain't kill me he wasn't even trying
Ain't no warning shots this ain't no prop this pop somebody dying
Step on who nigga quit that cappin u ain't got the mind
Asc for the detectives tryna work guess he ain't got the bond
Every time u keep it real they say u chasin clout
Who let in all these rats thought we was posed to chase em out
Know them boys ain't right but try to act like they in doubt
Then throw a real nigga some smut just cause I'm up they want my route
D Reed he a snitch, Mintai he a snitch, Jim Crow he a snitch, Lil Mo he a snitch,
Dink Capone he a snitch he even spoke up on my mother
Broke my heart came home this shit done rubbed off on my brother
Say they with dat smoke til it get hot then niggaz butter
Watch I pull up hop out on his blocc I bet he stutter
Dat boy kalon a snitch, dat nigga Micah a snitch
On Marco Thomas called the police when his crib got hit
Fucc dat nigga tweet he try to act like he my homie
But hangin with who told on me on Lanez you niggaz phony
Dat nigga Goldie a snitch dat nigga OB a snitch
Phillip blamed his own OG to get bacc free u know he a bitch
I ain't got no opps I got police tryna entrap me
Witnesses on standby with they cameras tryna catch me
Won't try me less I'm solo and they deep ducc niggaz daffys
Ima rocc out by myself don't need no shooters or no rappees
Just wait yo turn
I don't play with fire bitch on my son you gonna get burned
Ain't never lost no wat that's why I'm here when y'all gonna learn
If i tell my nigga go we'll put that whole city in urns
But ain't no sacrifices and hell nah we can't crash
If you see apd don't even thinc just do the dash
They askin how you got A whole town of niggaz mad
Tried to come play undercover i made them pussies wear they badge
Bitches goin out sad niggaz goin out worst put his ass on a carton put his ass on a shirt niggaz talkin bout pardons boy you in a nigga work
They like Hav why you ain't smoke him I don't know which one to kill first
Cause this Niggaz a snitch and that Niggaz a snitch
How the fucc we gonna slide when they got they feds all thru this bitch
This shit ain't bout no principle niggaz cappin, they shot out
The same name that you reppin i was booked for you was givin shout outs
That bitch tonya a snitch that nigga Ryan was a snitch
Fucc yo homie he dead I'm just trying to get rich
Shit ain't adding up, fucc it y'all don't hear me though
Nigga got out on a two week furlough like 3 years ago
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