Fedz Lyrics - Singles - Sporty Thievz

(Female singing to Eurythmics "Here Comes the Rain") 

Here comes the...here comes the Feds 

Watch out before they knock you and your crew 

So don't be a fool stash your jewels 

(Marlon Brando) 

Hey yo I tried to do it 

but Feds jumped out the Buick and blew it 

Hopped the fence with my gun drew it bustin through it 

I had anutha one if they catch me it's a beat down 

I'll run a couple of streets down before I put this heat down 

Yo, they had the vest, I had the Tef', 

broke my right arm runnin, Mag in the left 

run out of breath, just like Clark Kent jumped in the payphone, 

"Hello, my shit broke 'cause-o, yo Dubez stay home! 

And call King ?Cape Frome? to meet me on Burke, 

and stay alert, 'cause I heard Narc's is creepin' on Kirk 

but you high too, we'll be in Y-O so drive-thru 

make sure you knock two, if the doorbell, it's not you 

Yea aight? But still think about keepin the flight, 

that Kirk booked, if you agree then we leave tonight" 

"Aight aight," it's on hung up, lit one and puffed up 

Just waitin for Kirk hurt thinkin how I fucked up 

Chorus(2x): 

Yo here comes the Feds, the gig is up 

I guess we fucked up, made our biz corrupt 

Just maintain, cats are playin' in Pennsylvain' 

Or Maine, on the low an alias, no names 

(Big Dubez) 

Yo Marlon, what you mean meet on Burke? you off the hook 

If they out for a crook that's where they gonna look 

Don't get pepped, your best bet, dog, is clear the set 

My down low Lynette got the keys to the 'Vette 

Tell her "the Milk Turtle", honey know the code, you got heat 

and a gang of cash under the seat 

Man, fuck! I knew this deal was too sweet 

Now we in a heap, of shit that's too deep 

It was hard to sniff him out, he played it with the dreads 

I fucked up and just negotiated with the Feds 

Only if I put a tail on him, he'll be stuffed in a trunk sick 

waiting for slugs to wail on him 

Just make it to the airport dog it's gonna work, 

Gettin out of state on time, it's on Kirk 

I'ma call him, fill him in on how we gotta fly now 

I just hope my nigga ain't in cuffs by now 

Chorus (2x) 

(King Kirk) 

Damn! I thought that cat I sold to was from the old school 

old dude with the gold tooth I used to know dude 

used to push a gold coupe and scoop, mad ice cream 

nine-teen he had the white Beam' with the green ??pipe-beam?? 

had clean hygiene, he stayed with a fresh scent 

breath never stink, so chicks called him Peppermint 

let me think, oh yea, he got knocked with a key 

This cat and his family told me he'd be home at three 

bring 4 ki' bags, then sounded official 

When I served him I was tipsy, plus needed the chips, G! 

I fucked up, he tricked me, probably comin' to get me 

to hit me with three and Marlon it be a conspiracy 

Shit! gotta bounce and get out this fuckin house 

Call you from down south, I'm out, "No doubt" 

Grabbed the keys and the ki's, please gotta breeze 

Some G's of cheese, about to leave then "FREEZE!!!" 

Damn! 

(Don't you fuckin move, put your hands on your head, get on the floor! 

Gimme a reason to put a hole in you, gimme a reason! 

That's all I need son!) 

Chorus 

Here comes the...here comes the Feds 

Watch out before they knock you and your crew 

So don't be a fool stash your jewels