Clipse - Feds Takin Pictures lyrics

Smile for the camera smile for the camera

Shout out to Lil' Squillie
Shout out to Rap King shout out to Tony G
Nigga we the fucking team
Shout out to Manuel, shout out to Buck Fever
Death before dishonor dollars never
Come between us shout out to Shawn Grimes
Shout out to May May
Shout out to O g, niggas known for gunplay
Shout out to Liva don, Re-Up Gang forever
My only mission is to
Make these millions together
Shout out to Lil' Sean
Shout out to Willie Freeman
The rumor has it it's 'bout
8 figures in that ceiling
We built this city off rock-and-roll
The last man standing avoiding
The narcs' patrol
Yuugh! The word is I'm on fire i stop, drop
And roll when the connect retires
Till The Casket Drops
That's what I mean by it
The game vowed to bury a
Million or die trying
Some hit the gold, a few hit the hole
The rest riding 'round like they half Eskimo
Blow lines the walls of the
Trunks and the fenders
School of hard knocks, my IQ is Mensa
Genius, the corner sewn like seamstress
Mixed pure with Arm-and-Hammer
Sold it to 'em seamless
Like Midget Molley, I crown myself King homie
Solitaires sit in that grey
Bezel like Rolly Pollies
You niggas don't know me, know me
So much white in the
Kitchen, I'm screaming Holy, moly

I'm like Rockwell -
Somebody's always watching
Aside from the cops, niggas is plotting
I'mma get the drop, pick niggas like cotton
They know I'm trusty with the
Weight so I spot 'em
Wishful thinking, wolf crying they got 'em
We cross every T, and every I, we dot 'em
Before we snitch, we burn it down like Sodom
And still say nothing, even in Hell's bottom
Navigate the slalom, never are we divided
We linked at the hip like Olympic Rings
United
Let's toast to rich niggas that's like-minded
Checking my Frank Mueller valuable
My time is so take a flick, check the logo
So you know what you looking at, is a mogul
Paparazzi, got me under they focal
Play Cloths, SoHo, Japan, homes I'm global