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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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