Feds In Town

A bad day for the **** in my click

I just got had a call from a bitch at the P.A.P.D. that's on my dick

It's seems the drug situation is so tow up

And poes down the fuckin T-X had to show up

I got shit on the scene so that ninety-nine can't hassle me

Now, they got the muthafuckin' feds to come and wrestle me

And throw my game in a suplex

They got my two best workers

On secret and there's no rest

Word on the streets is that they're rollin'

In Dynasties, I-ROCs and Caravans and muthafuckas are swolen

Like paper stacks and a rubberband

Goin' all out of tact on the local bird slaggin' brothaman

And be servin' as slow as fuck 'cause my **** are nervous

And if they even think they see five-o, they duck

So now, instead of rollin' thick, **** is happy with a frown

(Why?) 'Cause the motherfuckin' feds in town

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

Yo! This shit is silly, I put up my nine milli for a switch-blade

I don't need no shit with these bitch-made

No more clowinin' in this town bro'

No high-capping in the clubs, I gots to play them on my down-low

I took my tags off my buick and y'all know I didn't love that

Rollin' on some white walls and hubcaps

And even though I got long nails

No more french manicures bitch

You gots to do your own nails

I told my **** to make sure that all their shit was tight

'Cause they're gonna be on y'all ass every day and night

Trying to run all kind of game, so put y'all motherfuckin' cars

And y'all cribs in y'all momma's name

I took my jewelry to the pawn shop and sold it

Brought the money to my baby's momma and I told her to hold it

'Cause Lil Bun might not see Big Butt up in his face

If I catch this fuckin' case when the feds in town

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

And now they got me running from the feds

God damn, it's been two motherfuckin' months

Since I took my Rolex from under my sleeve

These hoes act like they ain't go never leave

That shit is funky like a black skunk

Fuck all this waitin' man

It's time to get this motherfucker back up

I let them motherfuckers slack up, reorganize my click

Got two birds and reopen my lab back up

And told my boys, "If a **** looks crazy blasts his ass in his eye

Don't give him a chane to identify"

And show his badge, I'm sorry to inform that if your gal is pregnant

You ain't gon' live to see your child be born

I'm blastin' laws at random 'cause I believe it's time

To hand them close to the dopeman, God damn 'em

I'm sick of hiding like a bitch in the closet

So, y'all hoes can't find me

Y'all better try to blind me

And remind me of the jail time

'Cause in my yard is a big ass, I got yale sign

It's time for Tony Montana stacks

I got **** on the corner holding' big ass coffee cans of crack

The land of Texas with that rock up

So, if y'all thinkin' about checkin'

My fools run in with your glock up

'Cause, I'm a blast my nine to my last clip

To my last love

Before you take me for my damn drugs

So, we can have it all night, fight

'Cause bicth, I'm ready to die from my tight lights

When the feds in town

And now they got me running from the feds...