F.B.I.-The Apaches

I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind Motherf**k the education and drug rebilitation I'm smokin on that w**d 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 P**sy hole addicted to drinking, now I'm addicted to crack rock So motherf**k you b**ches and you snitches tryin to do me in Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvians Knockin at my f**kin 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 sh*t that he tried to pull You know he couldn't get away with this B**ch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this F**k being indicted, don't you try it that's the f**kin story Cops roll to the cemetery, 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 f**king 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, motherf**k their dreams Is what you said, so motherf**king b**ch a** fed I want you dead, I'm going to pump your a** full of lead Let's make a deal, this sh*t 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 b**ch 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 f**k being indicted Motherf**k the F.B.I., b**ches I'm prepared to die up on my tip, cause I won't slang his drug supply Jail ain't never scared me none, f**k the feds and vice cops too Distribution of coc*ine, is that all y'all can come with dude B**ches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch Cause that b**ch you got smoke rocks So that mean her word ain't sh*t 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 B**ch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again Gotta call my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen B**ch we ain't no kin, f**k that smilin I ain't in that mood Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's food B**ch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree Send me to penetentiary, come out that b**ch 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 Motherf**kin b**ch, I want a key, give me that uncut raw Sh*t up in your jar, the best coc*ine 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 d**e, b**ch f**k being indicted