Текст песни F. B. I.

I'm wakin' up in the mornin', with problems on my mind

Mother-fuck the education, and drug ra-bilitation

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 mothers cock

Pussy hole was 'dicted she drinkin', now I'm addicted to crack rock

So mother-fuck you bitches and you snitches tryin' to do me in

Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvian

Knockin' at my fuckin' door, duckin 'and dodgin' on that floor

That oonkin'(?) got you 'noid, got me reachin' for my forty-four

Peepin' up out my window pane, I smell cops

A honkey's on the block, drop to my knee, and 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

Honk shit that he tried to pull and you know he couldn't get away with this

Bitch I'm a time bomb, time, so don't you play with this

Fuck being indicted, so don't you try it, that's the fuckin' story

Cops go to the cemetery, no snitches in my laboratory

I'm fin to stir n' 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 fucking tech

Rat-tat ta-ta tat-tat, I'm a take him up out his misery

For ridin' my nuts and tryin' to stick me with delivery

Loose lips, sink ships, oh 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, mother-fuck they dreams

Is what you said, so mother-fuck the bitch ass fed

I want you dead, I'm a pump your ass full of lead

Let's make a deal, this shit 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 ditchDayton Family - F. B. I. - http://ru.motolyrics.com/dayton-family/f-b-i-lyrics.html

Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get united

Boom O's on them hoes, green, fuck being indicted

Chorus x2

Mother-fuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm prepared to die

Harlem Green's back on my dick, cause I won't slang his drug supply

Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too

Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come with dude

Bitches badgers police fast, find yourself a better snitch

Cause that bitch you got smoke rocks

And so that mean her word ain't shit

If I get some prison time, give me mine cause I ain't fake

Since my clique don't snitch, when I get out all my connections straight

The Journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree

'Fore my trial can come, the newspapers wanna sentence me

Bitch bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again

Gotta baby by my auntie, and want your nephew in the pen

Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin' I ain't in that mood

Bring in the indictment papers, eatin' all my grandmother's food

Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree

Send me to penitentiary, come out that bitch a straight up G

Never been a busta, always been a hustla sellin' yea

Came up bustin' caps, so we could deal this dime right where I stay

Out to make my pay, and sellin' yea's 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' eighthies on that digital scale

More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells we're making sells

Mother-fuck a bitch, I want a key, give me that uncut raw

Shit'll numb your jaw, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw

Your momma eyes are big again, every time she smokes she plots

Since I wouldn't give her a 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, bitch, fuck being indicted

Chorus x2