DJ Drama - Feds Takin' Pictures lyrics

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy] FEDS takin' pictures of me n***as still snitchin' on me Nine hundred for the sip What'chu think I'm smokin' homie? Oh what'chu think I'm jokin' homie? Blue rims, yeah the coupe's Crip walk Certified platinum think I'd rather make hits? Between me and you yeah I'd rather flip bricks So tell me what's wrong with gla** pots and a scale Pose fo' them b**hes like the Double XL [Verse 2 - Wille the Kid] Homie we ball till we fall Magic City to the law Try'na stay out of reach of the long arm of the law I'm calm like snowfall through preliminary hearings They indictin' n***as for bootleggin' and raqatering Proli' got me on the camera while I'm coppin' out the car lot I'm comin' out the banks, big cribs with the cardbox It's Willie My future bright like a highlighter They takin' pictures 'cause I'm fly like a skydiver [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Jim Jones] You ain't seen money Until you seen me Two hundred twenty for Bentley GTC And the money ain't a thing like J. Dupri When you ballin' 'round the country like the major league So peace up, A-Town down Tear ya streets up with them AK rounds Now what'chu know about that? I know all about that Three birds, three nights can make a hundred thousand stacks And man they got it on camera The FEDS been watchin' since your boy touched Atlanta [Verse 4 - Rick Ross] I'm the biggest mobster to ever hit the pop charts I'm a easy target they know a n***a rock hard Get a clean check cut slip it in my account Write a money China white a lil' girl to wipe 'em out I ain't wit' the rappin' boy, I'm puttin' in the work Hit his a** wit' the the rapid, lay his a** in a church Get some information for you informants I got the yay And I'm sellin' it cheaper than yesterday so what'chu say? Boss [Chorus] [Verse 5 - Young Buck] They snappin' while we trappin', try'na find out what happened They wanna lock me up before my album go platinum I took my cellphone and threw it, my bank account I blew it Gotta cut my conversations, I don't wanna do it But who's that peepin' in my window? It ain't no love, they tattle tellin' on they kinfolk So if you ever been broke, yep, and turned a penny to a twenty Let me hear ya holla if you want me come get me [Verse 6 - T.I.] Whether you know me as T.I. or you call me T.I.P. I know the FBB and FBI they talk about the G.I.B And you know when I be high, when I'm in the V.I.P I'm sure they see me as I fly through the city in that brand new G.I.V. Young, rich, and famous wit' a pistol you can call me Cheeali But I'm the greatest in Atlanta, they be callin' me Ali [Outro - DJ Drama] I told y'all, I can't be stopped, smile for the camera DJ Drama, AMG, Emba**y [Chorus]