Dayton Family

F.B.I.


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I'm wakin' up in the mornin', with problems on my mind
Motherfuck the education and drug rehabilitation
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 car
Pussy hole was addicted to drinking, now I'm addicted to crack rock
So motherfuck 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 thinkin' got you noid, got me reachin for my .44
Creepin' up out my window pane, I smell cops
A honkey's 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 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, don't you try it that's the fuckin' story
Cops roll to the cemetery, all snitches in 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 fucking tech
Rat tat to the tat tat, I'mma take him out of his memory
For ridin' my nuts and tryin' to stick me with delivery
Loose lips sink ships, so 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 bitch ass fed
I want you dead, I'mma to 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 ditch
Drug dealers and fed killers, let's get united
Boom holes on them hoes, green, fuck being indicted

F.B.I., F.B.I., F.B.I.
F.B.I., you know that
F.B.I., F.B.I., F.B.I.
F.B.I., you know that

Motherfuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm prepared to die
All them greens 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 betta think 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 click 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 newspaper want to sentence me
Bitch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
Gotta baby by my auntie, they 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 of my grandmother's food
Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree
Send me to penetentiary, 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 out 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
Motherfuckin 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, 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, bitch fuck being indicted

F.B.I., F.B.I., F.B.I.
F.B.I., you know that
F.B.I., F.B.I., F.B.I.
F.B.I., you know that


Autor(es): Benny Latimore / Ira Dorsey / Steve Pitts