F. B. I. Lyrics - F.b.i. - Dayton Family

I'm wakin' up in the mornin', with problems on my mind 

Mother-fuck the education, and drug ra-bilitation 

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 mothers cock 

Pussy hole was 'dicted she drinkin', now I'm addicted to crack rock 

So mother-fuck 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 oonkin'(?) got you 'noid, got me reachin' for my forty-four 

Peepin' up out my window pane, I smell cops 

A honkey's on the block, drop to my knee, and 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 

Honk 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, so don't you try it, that's the fuckin' story 

Cops go to the cemetery, no snitches in my laboratory 

I'm fin to stir n' 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 ta-ta tat-tat, I'm a take him up out his misery 

For ridin' my nuts and tryin' to stick me with delivery 

Loose lips, sink ships, oh 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, mother-fuck they dreams 

Is what you said, so mother-fuck the bitch ass fed 

I want you dead, I'm a 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, lets get united 

Boom O's on them hoes, green, fuck being indicted 

Chorus x2 

Mother-fuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm prepared to die 

Harlem Green's 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 badgers police 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 clique 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 newspapers wanna sentence me 

Bitch bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again 

Gotta baby by my auntie, and 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 my grandmother's food 

Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree 

Send me to penitentiary, 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 right 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 

Mother-fuck a 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, every time she smokes she plots 

Since I wouldn't give her a 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