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Dayton Family F.B.I. Here are the song lyrics for F.B.I. by Dayton Family. For more excellent Dayton Family lyrics, run a search! 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 cemetary, 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
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