Dayton Family - F. B. I. Lyrics
Im wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mindMother***** the education and drug rebilitationIm smokin on that weed and the green is gettin tastyDead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase meNovember the 29th, I bust open my mommas ********** hole addicted to drinking, now Im addicted to crack rockSo mother***** you *****es and you snitches tryin to do me inPolice in disguises and he tries to buy peruviansKnockin at my *****in door, duckin and dodgin on that floorThat thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-fourCreepin up out my window pane, I smell copsA honkey on the block, drop to my knee, I took a shotI seen him drop, one time this aint the place for thatSince hes a fed, I took off his face for thatThat shit that he tried to pullYou know he couldnt get away with this***** Im a time bomb time, so dont you play with this***** being indicted, dont you try it thats the *****in storyCops roll to the cemetary, all snitches to my laboratoryIm fittin to stir it, rock it up, so wheres my silver spoonI put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boomThis is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wetA fed is bloody, hes been wounded by a *****ing techRat tat to the tat tat, Im a take him out of his memoryFor ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with deliveryLoose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or dieThis is a letter from shoestring to the f.b.i.Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are cleanYou took a father from their family, mother***** their dreamsIs what you said, so mother*****ing ***** ass fedI want you dead, Im going to pump your ass full of leadLets make a deal, this shit is real, illI pack my steel, you let him goThen we can let you live, you made that switchAnd now its time to kill you *****Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditchDrug dealers and fed killers, lets get unitedBoom holes on them hoes, green ***** being indictedMother***** the f.b.i., *****es Im prepared to dieUp on my tip, cause I wont slang his drug supplyJail aint never scared me none, ***** the feds and vice cops tooDistribution of cocaine, is that all yall can come with dude*****es betta think fast, find yourself a better snitchCause that ***** you got smoke rocksSo that mean her word aint shitIf I get some prison time, give me mine, cause I aint fakeSince my click dont snitchWhen I get out all my connections straightThe journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degreeBefore my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me***** bootlegs prepared to go, youll never get this chance againGotta call my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen***** we aint no kin, ***** that smilin I aint in that moodBring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmothers food***** you know thats rude, attitude is to the third degreeSend me to penetentiary, come out that ***** a straight up gNever been a busta, always been a hustlaSellin yea, came up bustin capsSo we could deal this dime out where I stayOut to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way I knowFiends around the block, soon as I open up my rock house doorGotta make some more, Im droppin weight on that digital scaleMore popular than taco bell, taco shells, were making sellsMother*****in *****, I want a key, give me that uncut rawShit up in your jar, the best cocaine these crackheads ever sawYour mommas eyes are big again, everytime she smokesShe plots, since I wouldnt give her no rockShe sending the federal government in my spotConspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so I can fight itFree again to sell dope, ***** ***** being indicted
