Feds In Town

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    [Bun B]
    A bad day for the niggaz in my click
    I just got had a call from a bitch at the PA P.D.
    that's on my dick
    It's seems the drug situation is so tow up
    And poes down the fuckin T-X had to show up
    I got shit on the scene so 99 can't hassle me
    Now, they got the muthafuckin feds to come and wrestle
    me
    And throw my game in a suplex
    They got my 2 best workers on secret and there's no
    rest
    Word on the streets is that they're rollin
    In Dynasties..I-ROCs...and Caravans and muthafuckas
    are swolen
    Like paper stacks and a rubberband
    Goin all out of tact on the local bird slaggin
    brothaman
    And be servin as slow as fuck
    Cause my niggaz are nervous
    and if they even think they see five-o, they duck!
    So now, instead of rollin thick, niggaz is happy with
    a frown
    Cause, the motherfuckin feds in town

    Yes, the shit is silly, I put up my 9 milli for a
    switch-blade
    I don't need no shit with these bitch-made
    No more clownin in this town bro
    No high-cappin in the clubs, I got to play them on a
    down-low
    I took my tags off my buick and yall know I didn't
    love that
    Rollin on some white balls and hubcaps
    And even though I got long nails
    No more French manicures bitch, YOU GOTS TO DO YOUR
    OWN NAILS!!
    I told my niggaz to make sure that all their shit was
    tight
    Cause they're gonna be on y'all ass every day and
    night
    Tryin to run all kind of game
    So, put y'all motherfuckin cars and yall cribs in yall
    momma's name
    I took my jewelry to the pawn shop and sold it
    Brought the money to my baby's momma and I told her to
    hold it
    Cause Lil Bun might not see Big Bun up in his face
    If I catch a fuckin case -- when the feds in town

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    God damn, it's been two motherfuckin months
    Since I took my Rolex from under my sleeve
    These hoes act like they ain't go never leave!
    That shit is funky like a black skunk
    Fuck all this waitin man, it's time to get this
    motherfucker back up!
    I let them motherfuckers slack up, reorganize my
    click
    Got the birds, and reopen my lab back up
    And told my boys, "If a nigga looks crazy, blasts his
    ass in the eye,
    Don't give him a chance to identify!"
    And show his badge, I'm sorry to inform you
    If your girl is pregnant, you ain't gon live to see
    your child be born
    I'm blastin laws at random, cause I believe it's time
    to hand them
    Close to the dopeman - God damn em
    I'm sick of hiding like a bitch in the closet
    So, y'all hoes can't find me
    Y'all better try to blind me
    And remind me of the jail time
    CAUSE IN MY YARD IS A BIG ASS - I GOT YALE SIGN!!!
    It's time for TONY MONTANA stacks
    I got niggaz on the corner holdin big ass bags and
    cans of crack
    The land of Texas with that rock up
    So, if y'all thinkin about checkin
    My fools run in with your glock up
    Cause, I'm a blast my nine to my last clip
    To my last love
    Before you take me for my damn drugs
    So, we can have it all night, fight
    Cause bitch, I'm ready to die from my tight lights
    when the feds in town

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    Composition: Bun B

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