The Dayton Family - F.B.I. lyrics

I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind Motherf** 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 p**y hole addicted to drinking, now I'm addicted to crack rock So motherf** you b**hes and you snitches tryin to do me in Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvians Knockin at my f**in door, duckin and dodgin on that floor That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-four Creepin up out my window pane, I smell cops A honkey 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 sh** that he tried to pull You know he couldn't get away with this b**h I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this f** being indicted, don't you try it that's the f**in story Cops roll to the cemetary, no snitches in my laboratory I'm fittin to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon I put my yay 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 f**ing tech Rat tat to the tat tat, I'm a 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, motherf** their dreams Is what you said, so motherf** a b**h a** fed I want you dead, I'm going to pump your a** full of lead Let's make a deal, this sh** 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 k** you b**h Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch Drug dealers and fed k**ers, lets get united Boom holes on them hoes, green f** being indited Motherf** the F.B.I., b**hes I'm prepared to die up on my tip, cause I won't slang his drug supply Jail ain't never scared me none, f** the feds and vice cops too Distribution of c**aine, is that all y'all can come with dude? b**hes betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch Cause that b**h you got smoke rocks So that mean her word ain't sh** 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 Before my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me b**h Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen b**h we ain't no kin, f** that smilin I ain't in that mood Brinin me indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's food b**h you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree Send me to penitentiary, come out that b**h 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 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 weight on that digital scale More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sells Motherf**in b**h, I want a key, give me that uncut raw sh** up in your jar, the best c**aine these crackheads ever saw Your momma's 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, b**h f** being indited