F.B.I.

I`m wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind<br>Motherfuck the education and drug rebilitation<br>I`m smokin on that weed and the green is gettin tasty<br>Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me<br>November the 29th, I bust open my mommas cock<br>Pussy hole addicted to drinking, now I`m addicted to crack rock<br>So motherfuck you bitches and you snitches tryin to do me in<br>Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvians<br>Knockin at my fuckin door, duckin and dodgin on that floor<br>That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-four<br>Creepin up out my window pane, I smell cops<br>A honkey on the block, drop to my knee, I took a shot<br>I seen him drop, one time this ain`t the place for that<br>Since he`s a fed, I took off his face for that<br>That shit that he tried to pull<br>You know he couldn`t get away with this<br>Bitch I`m a time bomb time, so don`t you play with this<br>Fuck being indicted, don`t you try it that`s the fuckin story<br>Cops roll to the cemetary, all snitches to my laboratory<br>I`m fittin to stir it, rock it up, so where`s my silver spoon<br>I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boom<br>This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet<br>A fed is bloody, he`s been wounded by a fucking tech<br>Rat tat to the tat tat, I`m a take him out of his memory<br>For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery<br>Loose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or die<br>This is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I.<br>Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are clean<br>You took a father from their family, motherfuck their dreams<br>Is what you said, so motherfucking bitch ass fed<br>I want you dead, I`m going to pump your ass full of lead<br>Let`s make a deal, this shit is real, ill<br>I pack my steel, you let him go<br>Then we can let you live, you made that switch<br>And now it`s time to kill you bitch<br>Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch<br>Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get united<br>Boom holes on them hoes, green fuck being indicted<br><br>Motherfuck the F.B.I., bitches I`m prepared to die<br>up on my tip, cause I won`t slang his drug supply<br>Jail ain`t never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too<br>Distribution of cocaine, is that all y`all can come with dude<br>Bitches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch<br>Cause that bitch you got smoke rocks<br>So that mean her word ain`t shit<br>If I get some prison time, give me mine, cause I ain`t fake<br>Since my click don`t snitch<br>When I get out all my connections straight<br>The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree<br>Before my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me<br>Bitch Bootlegs prepared to go, you`ll never get this chance again<br>Gotta call my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen<br>Bitch we ain`t no kin, fuck that smilin I ain`t in that mood<br>Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother`s food<br>Bitch you know that`s rude, attitude is to the third degree<br>Send me to penetentiary, come out that bitch a straight up G<br>Never been a busta, always been a hustla<br>Sellin yea, came up bustin caps<br>So we could deal this dime out where I stay<br>Out to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way I know<br>Fiends around the block, soon as I open up my rock house door<br>Gotta make some more, I`m droppin weight on that digital scale<br>More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells, we`re making sells<br>Motherfuckin bitch, I want a key, give me that uncut raw<br>Shit up in your jar, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw<br>Your momma`s eyes are big again, everytime she smokes<br>She plots, since I wouldn`t give her no rock<br>She sending the federal government in my spot<br>Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so I can fight it<br>Free again to sell dope, bitch fuck being indicted