Feds In Town

A bad day for the niggaz in my click
 I just got had a call from a bitch
 At the P.A.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 two best workers
 On secret and there's no rest
 Word on the streets is that they're rollin'
 In Dynasties [unverified] 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 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 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 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 fuckin' case [unverified] when the feds in town
 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