Fed-X - Bossman lyrics

[Verse 1: Fed-X & (C-Bo)] (I can't lie me and Fedy gettin' so much dough) (In the heart, of ya city gettin' so much blow) (Yeh I'ma pump until my heart stop) (and any n***a step in my way in this game) (I'ma stomp him til his heart stop) Guess who the dude the girls love him Fed-X Fifty States I'm so custom I'm like I'm made by, buck skin leather You couldn't f** with me if we was runnin' trains together (The car zip the streets is locked ice I'm flossin') (Twenties spin stickin' out the side of the Aston) We bossmen standin' by cars when the rims still spin When we stop motherf**as still grin cause we stars (In the spot but I stay on the back) (DEA's hot and way into crack) (They pop up my spot'll spray in the back) (Wid my n***a Fifty States) H-twos on magic johnson's pushin' fifty cakes It's the takeover Mob Figaz M.O.B Fifty States & Major Pain fly the cokes and weed Hop, smack sh** wid the potpourri I pull down coppin' kicks and move the c**a leaves (Blow a brick, go wit ya wish) (sh** I only copped the four dog go with the fifth) (And you can catch me outta bounds wid all ya dough on my wrist) (And everytime I see ya b**h yeh she blow me a kiss) (And I ain't gon' f** wid her less she blowin' some dick) (I'm a gangsta, straight laced and never flips) (Swang to the five hundred on twenties that's sittin' stunnit) (Anything over a hunet muh'f**a run it) I'm on the road handlin' business meet the crew at ten Luxury Leer jets imagine the places I've been I push up Sunset Ave. or one two fifth or was it MLK or South Beach strip Doin' ninety down Can*l the red lable I swerved in Parked at Popeye's and bounced out on Bourbon or was it One four five or Foothill Boogie Any block that I'm on dog I'm totin' a fully Cause I be skippin' in my Guc' Force Ones Louis Adidas In the same sweatsuit homes they just can't beat us These are cla**ic, takin' pictures posin' old school Took the strings out his shoes girls say that he's so cool A rude dude, California thumbs up Come here thinkin' surfboards and you'll get gun f**ed Plus my click roll fifty deep so call ya dunns up And it cost money to war so get ya funds up dog, Fifty States n***a (We stars, holla)