Confessions

[Intro: Plies]
Okay, then
This Plies, the new n*gga over here at Slip-n-Slide Records
I don't even make that kind of music, homeboy
I've got something I want to share with you old police ass n*ggas
Go ahead and run it, dog

[Chorus: Plies & Usher (Sampled)]
You police ass n*ggas know you full of (confessions)
And just when I thought loyalty meant something to you n*ggas
That's when I found out it don't mean sh*t to you n*ggas (confessions)
'Cause I done seen the realest n*ggas under pressure fold
And run and tell them crackers everything they know (confessions)
And when you pus*y n*ggas tell it, y'all (tell it all)
And how can y'all n*ggas live with snitching on your dog?
That's why I don't f*ck with y'all pus*y ass n*ggas at all
I've be done whacked one of you f*ck n*ggas since you full of (confessions)

[Verse 1: Plies]
It ain't no secret, n*gga, my freedom mean the world to me
But dying a real n*gga mean a little more to me
That's why I don't f*ck with y'all n*ggas 'cause we ain't built the same
'Cause the fear of going to prison'll make you n*ggas sing
If I ever tell on one of my dogs, I want a b*tch to kill me
'Cause if I ever turn that flaw, a b*tch need to kill me
When them crackers sentence you, n*gga, they gave you 35
And you told on your dogs, they knock off five
Now you got 30 left, pus*y n*gga, that's still alive
After you n*ggas tell on your dog, how you n*ggas sleep
When you done violated the main code of the street?

[Chorus: Plies & Usher (Sampled)]
(Confessions)
And just when I thought loyalty meant something to you n*ggas
That's when I found out it don't mean sh*t to you n*ggas (confessions)
'Cause I done seen the realest n*ggas under pressure fold
And run and tell them crackers everything they know (confessions)
And when you pus*y n*ggas tell it, y'all (tell it all)
And how can y'all n*ggas live with snitching on your dog?
That's why I don't f*ck with y'all pus*y ass n*ggas at all
I've be done whacked one of you f*ck n*ggas since you full of (confessions)

[Verse 2: Plies]
And I don't believe in that bullsh*t 'bout pressure bust a pipe
It ain't pressure, it's f*ck n*ggas would bust a pipe
When God made n*ggas, he forgot to give them loyalty
'Cause a n*gga ain't loyal to himself and these crackers know it
That's why these crackers went and put conspiracy in the game
They know if they get two of you f*ck n*ggas, one of y'all all gon' sing
How the last five indictments, ain't none of 'em went to trial?
'Cause these pus*y n*ggas telling 'fore they even get downtown
These crackers send you n*ggas to prison without even spending money
I'm going to trial, cracker, you at least gon' spend your money on me
A n*gga told me he snitched so he can get home to his kids
But when you was out, n*gga, you ain't do sh*t for your kids
'Cause you on 24's? n*gga, that don't impress me
I know some n*ggas on 24's, that's the police
The n*gga that took his bid, they didn't tell on his dog, that's what impressed me
So the next time he call you from prison, tell him Plies said

[Chorus: Plies & Usher (Sampled)]
You police ass n*ggas know you full of (confessions)
And just when I thought loyalty meant something to you n*ggas
That's when I found out it don't mean sh*t to you n*ggas (confessions)
'Cause I done seen the realest n*ggas under pressure fold
And run and tell them crackers everything they know (confessions)
And when you pus*y n*ggas tell it, y'all (tell it all)
And how can y'all n*ggas live with snitching on your dog?
That's why I don't f*ck with y'all pus*y ass n*ggas at all
I've be done whacked one of you f*ck n*ggas since you full of (confessions)

[Interlude: Plies]
And there ain't no need for you looking out the window, homeboy
Or looking off like I ain't talking to you
If you done snitched on a n*gga, boy, I hope it hit you right in your heart, my n*gga
How these crackers got y'all n*ggas telling on n*ggas that y'all done grew up with from the dirt?
n*ggas y'all done shot and mobbing with?
n*gga, you knew you couldn't do no motherf*cking time
What the f*ck you got in the game for?
I don't understand you n*ggas out here
And for the n*ggas out here in the streets that call yourselves thugging:
How y'all ain't murking none of these f*ck n*ggas that done did your homeboys and then told on your people?
What's up, man, the streets done got soft?
Man, this Plies, my n*gga
The new n*gga over here at Slip-N-Slide Records
And I'm dropping classics on other n*ggas' sh*t
Y'all better f*ck with a n*gga, boy

[Chorus: Plies & Usher (Sampled)]
(Confessions)
And just when I thought loyalty meant something to you n*ggas
That's when I found out it don't mean sh*t to you n*ggas (confessions)
'Cause I done seen the realest n*ggas under pressure fold
And run and tell them crackers everything they know (confessions)
And when you pus*y n*ggas tell it, y'all (tell it all)
And how can y'all n*ggas live with snitching on your dog?
That's why I don't f*ck with y'all pus*y ass n*ggas at all
I've be done whacked one of you f*ck n*ggas since you full of (confessions, confessions, confessions, confessions)