Fbi Lyrics - Dayton Family

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I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind
Motherfuck the education and drug rebilitation
I'm smokin on that weed and the green is gettin tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th, I bust open my mommas cock
xxxxx hole addicted to drinking, now I'm addicted to crack rock
So motherfuck you xxxxxxx and you snitches tryin to do me in
Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvians
Knockin at my xxxxxx door, duckin and dodgin on that floor
That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-four
Creepin up out my window pane, I smell cops
A honkey on the block, drop to my knee, I took a shot
I seen him drop, one time this ain't the place for that
Since he's a fed, I took off his face for that
That xxxx that he tried to pull
You know he couldn't get away with this
xxxxx I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this
xxxx being indicted, don't you try it that's the xxxxxx story
Cops roll to the cemetary, all snitches to my laboratory
I'm fittin to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boom
This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a xxxxxxx tech
Rat tat to the tat tat, I'm a take him out of his memory
For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or die
This is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I.
Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are clean
You took a father from their family, motherfuck their dreams
Is what you said, so motherfucking xxxxx xxx fed
I want you dead, I'm going to pump your xxx full of lead
Let's make a deal, this xxxx is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go
Then we can let you live, you made that switch
And now it's time to kill you bitch
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch
Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get united
Boom holes on them hoes, green xxxx being indited

Motherfuck the F.B.I., xxxxxxx I'm prepared to die
up on my tip, cause I won't slang his drug supply
Jail ain't never scared me none, xxxx the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come with dude
xxxxxxx betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch
Cause that xxxxx you got smoke rocks
So that mean her word ain't shit
If I get some prison time, give me mine, cause I ain't fake
Since my click don't snitch
When I get out all my connections straight
The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
Before my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me
xxxxx Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
xxxxx we ain't no kin, xxxx that smilin I ain't in that mood
Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's food
xxxxx you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree
Send me to penetentiary, come out that xxxxx a straight up G
Never been a busta, always been a hustla
Sellin yea, came up bustin caps
So we could deal this dime out where I stay
Out to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way I know
Fiends around the block, soon as I open up my rock house door
Gotta make some more, I'm droppin weight on that digital scale
More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sells
Motherfuckin bitch, I want a key, give me that uncut raw
xxxx up in your jar, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw
Your momma's eyes are big again, everytime she smokes
She plots, since I wouldn't give her no rock
She sending the federal government in my spot
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so I can fight it
Free again to sell dope, xxxxx xxxx being indited

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