Clipse - Feds Takin Pictures lyrics

[Hook] Smile for the camera Smile for the camera [Verse 1: Pusha T] Shout out to Lil' Squillie, shout out to Rap King Shout out to Tony G, n***a we the f**ing team Shout out to Manuel, shout out to Buck Fever d**h before dishonor dollars never come between us Shout out to Shawn Grimes, shout out to May May Shout out to O. G., n***as known for gunplay Shout out to Liva-don, Re-Up Gang forever My only mission is to make these millions together Shout out to Lil' Sean, shout out to Willie Freeman The rumor has it it's 'bout 8 figures in that ceiling We built this city off rock-and-roll The last man standing avoiding the narcs' patrol Yuugh! The word is I'm on fire I stop, drop, and roll when the connect retires Till The Casket Drops, that's what I mean by it The game vowed to bury a million or die trying Some hit the gold, a few hit the hole The rest riding 'round like they half-Eskimo Blow lines the walls of the trunks and the fenders School of hard knocks, my IQ is Mensa Genius, the corner sewn like seamstress Mixed pure with Arm-and-Hammer, sold it to 'em seamless Like Midget Molley, I crown myself King homie Solitaires sit in that grey bezel like Rolly Pollies You n***as don't know me, know me So much white in the kitchen, I'm screaming Holy, Moly [Hook] [Verse 2: No Malice] I'm like Rockwell -- somebody's always watching Aside from the cops, n***as is plotting I'mma get the drop, pick n***as like cotton They know I'm trusty with the weight so I spot 'em Wishful thinking, wolf crying they got 'em We cross every T, and every I, we dot 'em Before we snitch, we burn it down like Sodom And still say nothing, even in Hell's bottom Navigate the slalom, never are we divided We linked at the hip like Olympic Rings, united Let's toast to rich n***as that's like-minded Checking my Frank Mueller valuable, my time is So take a flick, check the logo So you know what you looking at, is a mogul Paparazzi, got me under they focal Play Cloths, SoHo, Japan, homes I'm global [Hook]