Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feds, artist - Dayton Family. Date of issue: 20.05.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Feds |
| I’m a drug dealer, killing in my neighborhood to be faded |
| Feds they want Bootleg permanently incarcerated |
| But I’ll never let them see me sweating my techs striking a pose |
| Hanging out the Cutty, nutty nigga busting at hoes |
| I robed a little, rigged a little, stole a little I admit it |
| But I bet one witness won’t come forth and ever say I did it |
| Cause those the snitches sleep in ditches, ya’ll I know the story |
| I refuse to have the F.B.I. |
| and police searching for me |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh |
| Was a renegade when I was younger but I’ve never been afraid |
| To jump out windows and bust at hoots whenever them bitches raid |
| I’m tooting cane, catching trains, loving illegal inhaling |
| And I keep a k inside my hand for Feds that’s on surveillance |
| Have you ever heard of a murder beiing commited with a house appliance |
| I’m much to smart to ever get cought, know my forensic science |
| My daddy never loved before he left me and my momma |
| Clio the Psychic told me: Fuck him, he’s drowning in his karma |
| I went to see a shrink, I think I’m dealing with some pain |
| Gave me some pills, said «keep it real», medicate your brain |
| I live my life just like a fragile, trapped inside a rock |
| So everytime I cock I’m screaming «Fuck Cops!» |
| and hit your block |
| Fuck the F.B.I., I rather die before the Feds catch me |
| 36 hundred murders before them bitches can stretch me |
| Hollow Green still fucking with my teenies where we balling |
| Tommy loving Steve Pitts for all the shots that he calling |
| Fuck the F.B.I. |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh |
| Yeahhh, these ain’t the Feds you knooow |
| They’ll take your life and gooo |
| They’ll set you up for suuure |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh |
| (beat stops) |
| Niggas are sucking my dick for taste |
| Licking my nuts all over the place |
| All in my face, when stealing my base |
| We’re talking about my homies case |
| Dayton is on the rise again |
| What’s taking them up is bringing them down |
| Fucking them up and shooting them up |
| Fuck you hoes we run this town |
| (beat starts) |
| Shoe' is about they’re cheese and cash |
| Boot' is about they’ll kill your ass |
| Niggas was running their mouth too fast |
| Too damn quick and they got blast |
| All you hoes can suck my dick |
| Fucking your street and fucking your clique |
| Y’all can’t fuck with Dayton (echoes) |
| God know you’re feeling like me nigga |
| Hear my shit and bite me nigga |
| You don’t want to fight me nigga |
| Sucking my dick so write me nigga |
| Don’t you want to kill yourself |
| Fucking around with T.D.F |
| The media till your shit was death |
| And left your tape up on the shelf |
| Fuck the Feds, kill they’re boys |
| Dealer Hoes ain’t make no noise |
| Snipering in their backyards |
| We’re Eli’s they’re Big McCoys |
| Once again, you know what’s on |
| I got something that’ll get you gone |
| Shots blew out his dome |
| Reported missing, cause he wasn’t home |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh |
| Rob and Shoe and L.F.A |
| Bootzilla and Jake The Flake |
| Dirty bird is back again |
| He go too down inserting his 10 |
| Leave the streets no alibi |
| Back was blowing helly tire |
| Wanted by the F.B.I |
| Walk your town and they could die |
| Motherfuck the Federalis |
| Hung their ass like killer Kelly’s |
| If you’re their son, then you’re a bitch |
| Hold out, just like your daddy |
| Walk straight up and bust your head |
| Blast your ass and then I fleed |
| Took you out with nothing said |
| Only because your ass was dead |
| Fuck the Feds! |