F.B.I.
19,416
Hip-Hop/Rap
F.B.I.은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1996년 4월 1일일에 Epic/Legacy에서 발매되었습니다.F.B.I.
멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
BPM
크레딧
실연 아티스트
The Dayton Family
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Ira Dorsey
작곡가, 가사
Raheen Petterson
작곡가, 가사
Steve Pitts
작곡가, 가사
Latimore
작곡가, 가사
가사
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 ho was addicted to drinkin', 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 hos, 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

