F.B.I. - The Dayton Family: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

The Dayton Family

F.B.I.

17.707

Hip-Hop/Rap

F.B.I. è stato pubblicato il 1 aprile 1996 da Epic/Legacy come parte dell'album F.B.I.

Dettagli della canzone

Data di uscita1 aprile 1996

EtichettaEpic/Legacy

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM75

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Dayton Family

The Dayton Family

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ira Dorsey

Composer

Raheen Petterson

Raheen Petterson

Composer

Steve Pitts

Composer

Latimore

Composer

Testi

I'm waking up in the morning with problems on my mind

Motherfucker a education and drug rehabilitation

I'm smoking on that weed, and the green is getting tasty

Dead Feds in my closet 'cause they tried to chase me

November the 29th, I bust open my mother's cock

Pussy hoe was addicted, she tricked it, now I'm addicted to crack rock

So motherfuck you bitches and you snitches tryna do me in

Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvian

Knocking at my fuckin' door, ducking and dodging on that floor

That ooting got you 'noid, got me reaching for my 44

Peeping up out my windowpane, I smell cops

A honkey's on the block, dropped to my knee and 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

Oh shit, now he tried to pull and he

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, so don't you try it, that's the fuckin' story

Cops go to the cemetery, no snitches in my laboratory

I'm finna stir and rock it up, so where's my silver spoon?

I put my yay out on the block and all you hear is boom

This is my set, so you can jet or get that spread away

A Fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fuckin' TEC

Rat-tat-t-t-tat-tat, I'ma take him up out his misery

For ridin' my nuts and tryna 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 his family, motherfuck they dreams

Is what you said, so motherfuck a bitch ass Fed

I want you dead, I'ma pump yo' ass full of lead

Let's make a deal, this shit gets 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 a overdose of bullets and put you in a ditch

Drug dealers and Fed killers, let's get united

Boom O's on them hoes, Green, fuck being indicted

FBI, FBI, FBI (been indicted)

I thought you said that we be living white lies

And trying to serve them papers (been indicted) FBI, you wanna die

FBI, FBI, FBI (been indicted)

I thought you said that we be living white lies

And trying to serve them papers (been indicted) FBI, you wanna die

Motherfuck the FBI, bitches, I'm prepared to die

Harlem Green'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 could come with, dude?

Bitch, as bad as police feds, find yourself a better snitch

'Cause that bitch you got smoke rocks and 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 connects is straight

The Journal keeps my name in lights and trap me to the third degree

'Fore my trial can come, the newspapers wanna sentence me

Bitch, bootleg's prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again

Got a baby by my auntie and want your nephew in the pen

Bitch, we ain't no kin, fuck that smiling, I ain't in that mood

Bringing me indictment papers, eatin' on my grandmother's food

Bitch, you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree

Send me to penitentiary, come out that bitch a straight up G

Never been a buster, always been a hustler sellin' yay

Gave up busting caps on weaker dealers down there where I stay

Out to make my pay and selling yay's the only way I know

Fiends around the block soon as I open up my rock house do'

Gotta make some more, I'm dropping eighthies on that digital scale

More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells when making sales

Motherfuck a bitch, I want a key, get me that uncut raw

Shit'll numb your jaw, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw

Your mama eyes are big again, every time she smokes, she plots

Since I wouldn't give her a rock, she sending the federal government in my spot

Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grips so I can fight it

Free again to sell dope, bitch, fuck being indicted

FBI, FBI, FBI (been indicted)

I thought you said that we be living white lies

And trying to serve them papers (been indicted) FBI, you wanna die

FBI, FBI, FBI (been indicted)

I thought you said that we be living white lies

And trying to serve them papers (been indicted) FBI, you wanna die

Written by: Ira Dorsey, Latimore, Raheen Petterson, Steve Pitts

Loading...