I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind

Motherf*ck 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 motherf*ck you bi*ches and you snitches tryin to do me in

Police in disguises and he tries to buy

Peruvians

Knockin at my f*ckin 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

bi*ch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this

f*ck being indicted, don't you try it that's the f*ckin 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 f*cking 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*ck their dreams

Is what you said, so motherf*cking bi*ch 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 bi*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*ck being indited

Motherf*ck the

F.B.I., bi*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*ck the feds and vice cops too

Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come with dude

bi*ches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch

Cause that bi*ch 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

bi*ch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again

Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen

bi*ch we ain't no kin, f*ck that smilin

I ain't in that mood

Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's food

bi*ch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree

Send me to penetentiary, come out that bi*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*ckin bi*ch,

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, bi*ch f*ck being indited