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dayton family - f. b. i. lyrics

i’m wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind
motherf-ck 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 c-ck
p-ssy hole addicted to drinking, now i’m addicted to crack rock
so motherf-ck you b-tches and you snitches tryin to do me in
police in disguises and he tries to buy peruvians
knockin at my f-ckin 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-t that he tried to pull
you know he couldn’t get away with this
b-tch i’m a time bomb time, so don’t you play with this
f-ck being indicted, don’t you try it that’s the f-ckin story
cops roll to the cemetary, all snitches to 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 bl–dy, he’s been wounded by a f-cking 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, boy 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-ck their dreams
is what you said, so motherf-cking b-tch -ss fed
i want you dead, i’m going to pump your -ss full of lead
let’s make a deal, this sh-t 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 b-tch
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, green f-ck being indicted

motherf-ck the f.b.i., b-tches 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-ck the feds and vice cops too
distribution of cocaine, is that all y’all can come with dude
b-tches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch
cause that b-tch you got smoke rocks
so that mean her word ain’t sh-t
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-tch bootlegs prepared to go, you’ll never get this chance again
gotta call my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
b-tch we ain’t no kin, f-ck that smilin i ain’t in that mood
bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother’s food
b-tch you know that’s rude, att-tude is to the third degree
send me to penetentiary, come out that b-tch 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 sh-lls, we’re making sells
motherf-ckin b-tch, i want a key, give me that uncut raw
sh-t up in your jar, 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, b-tch f-ck being indicted

- dayton family lyrics

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