Dayton Family - F.B.I. lyrics

I'm wakin up in the mornin
With problems on my mind
Motherfuck the education and
Drug rebilitation
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 cock
Pussy ho addicted to drinking
Now I'm addicted to crack rock
So motherfuck 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 oopin 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 shit that he tried to pull
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
Don't you try it that's the fuckin story
Cops roll to the cemetary
Ain't no snitches in my laboratory
I'm fittin to stir it, 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 to the tat tat
I'm a take him out of his misery
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 FBI
Backstabbers gone
So I guess you dirty cops are clean
You took a father from their family
Motherfuck their dreams is what you said
So motherfucking bitch ass fed
I want you dead
I'm gonna 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 holes on them hoes
Scream fuck being indicted

Motherfuck the FBI
Bitches I'm prepared to die
XXXXXXX'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 betta think
Fast find yourself a better snitch
Cause that bitch you got smoke rocks
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 is straight
The journal keeps my name in lights
Entrapment to the third degree
Before my trial can come
The newspaper want to sentence me
Bitch Bootlegs prepared to go
You'll never get this chance again
Gotta call my auntie
They want your nephew in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin
Fuck that smilin I ain't in that mood
Bringin the indictment papers
Eatin on my grandmother's food
Bitch you know that's rude
Attitude is to the third degree
Send me to penetentiary
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 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 eighth-ies on that digital scale
More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells
Couldn't make these sales
Motherfuckin bitch, I want a key
Give me that uncut raw
Shit'll numb your jaw
The best cocaine 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
Bitch fuck being indicted