Feds In Town

A bad day for the niggaz in my click
I just got had a call from a b**ch
At the P A P D that's on my dick
It's seems the ** situation is so tow up
And poes down the f**kin' T-X had to show up
I got sh*t on the scene so 99 can't hassle me
Now they got the muthaf**kin' feds to come and wrestle me
And throw my game in a suplex
They got my two best workers
On secret and there's no rest
Word on the streets is that they're rollin'
In Dynasties [unverified] I-ROCs [unverified]
And Caravans and muthaf**kas 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 f**k '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
Yes the sh*t is silly I put up my 9 milli for a switch-blade
I don't need no sh*t with these b**ch-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 y'all know I didn't love that
Rollin' on some white balls and hubcaps
And even though I got long nails
No more French manicures b**ch
You gots to do your own nails
I told my niggaz to make sure that all their sh*t was tight
'Cause they're gonna be on y'all a** every day and night
Tryin' to run all kind of game so put y'all motherf**kin' cars
And y'all cribs in y'all 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 f**kin' case [unverified] when the feds in town
God damn it's been two motherf**kin' months
Since I took my Rolex from under my sleeve
These hoes act like they ain't go never leave
That sh*t is funky like a black skunk
F**k all this waitin' man
It's time to get this motherf**ker back up
I let them motherf**kers slack up reorganize my click
Got the birds and reopen my lab back up
And told my boys"If a ni**a looks crazy
Blasts his a** 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 dopestman God damn 'em
I'm sick of hiding like a b**ch 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 a** I got yale sign
It's time for Tony Montana stacks
I got niggaz on the corner holdin' big a** 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 ***
So we can have it all night fight
'Cause b**ch I'm ready to die from my tight lights
When the feds in town