Letra Fedz Sporty Thievz

Fedz

(female singing to eurythmics here comes the rain)
Here comes the...here comes the feds
Watch out before they knock you and your crew
So dont be a fool stash your jewels

(marlon brando)
Hey yo I tried to do it,
But feds jumped out the buick and blew it,
Hopped the fence with my gun-drew it, bustin through it
I had anutha one, if they catch me its a beat down
Ill run a couple of streets down, before I put this heat down
Yo, they had the vest, I had the tef,
Broke my right arm runnin, mag in the left
Run out of breath, just like clark kent jumped in the payphone,
Hello, my shit broke cuz-o, yo dubez stay home!
And call king ? cape frome? to meet me on burke,
And stay alert, cuz I heard narcs is creepin on kirk
But you high too, well be in y-o so drive-thru
Make sure you knock two, if the doorbell, its not you
Yea aight? but still think about keepin the flight,
That kirk booked, if you agree then we leave tonight
Aight aight, its on hung up, lit one and puffed up
Just waitin for kirk hurt thinkin how I fucked up

Chorus(2x):
Yo here comes the feds, the gig is up
I guess we fucked up, made our biz corrupt
Just maintain, cats are playin in pennsylvain
Or maine, on the low an alias, no names

(big dubez)
Yo marlon, what you mean meet on burke? you off the hook
If they out for a crook thats where they gonna look
Dont get pepped, your best bet, dog, is clear the set
My down low lynette got the keys to the vette
Tell her the milk turtle, honey know the code, you got heat
And a gang of cash under the seat
Man, fuck! I knew this deal was too sweet
Now we in a heap, of shit thats too deep
It was hard to sniff him out, he played it with the dreads
I fucked up and just negotiated with the feds
Only if I put a tail on him, hell be stuffed in a trunk sick
Waiting for slugs to wail on him
Just make it to the airport dog its gonna work,
Gettin out of state on time, its on kirk
Ima call him, fill him in on how we gotta fly now
I just hope my nigga aint in cuffs by now

Chorus (2x)

(king kirk)
Damn! I thought that cat I sold to was from the old school
Old dude with the gold tooth I used to know dude
Used to push a gold coupe and scoop, mad ice cream
Nine-teen he had the white beam with the green ? ? pipe-beam? ?
Had clean hygiene, he stayed with a fresh scent
Breath never stink, so chicks called him peppermint
Let me think, oh yea, he got knocked with a key
This cat and his family told me hed be home at three
Bring 4 ki bags, then sounded official
When I served him I was tipsy, plus needed the chips, g!
I fucked up, he tricked me, probably comin to get me
To hit me with three and marlon it be a conspiracy
Shit! gotta bounce and get out this fuckin house
Call you from down south, Im out, no doubt
Grabbed the keys and the kis, please gotta breeze
Some gs of cheese, about to leave then freeze!!!
Damn!

(dont you fuckin move, put your hands on your head, get on the floor!
Gimme a reason to put a hole in you, gimme a reason!
Thats all I need son!)

Chorus

Here comes the...here comes the feds
Watch out before they knock you and your crew
So dont be a fool stash your jewels