F.b.i. Lyrics - The Shadows

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 hole 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 Peruvians 

Knockin at my fuckin 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 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 cemetery, 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 bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking 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, motherfuck their dreams 

Is what you said, so motherfucking bitch ass fed 

I want you dead, I'm going to 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, green fuck being indicted 

Motherfuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm prepared to die 

up on my tip, 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 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 

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 

Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of 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 weight on that digital scale 

More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sells 

Motherfuckin bitch, I want a key, give me that uncut raw 

Shit 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, bitch fuck being indicted