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(Feat. 3-2)

[Bun B]
A bad day for the ni***z in my click
I just got had a call from a b***h at the pa P. D. That's on my d**k
It's seems the drug situation is so tow up
And poes down the fuckin T-X had to show up
I got s**t 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 f**k
Cause my ni***z are nervous
And if they even think they see five-o, they duck!
So now, instead of rollin thick, ni***z is happy with a frown
Cause, the motherfuckin feds in town

Yes, the s**t is silly, I put up my 9 milli for a switch-blade
I don't need no s**t with these b***h-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 b***h, you gots to do your own nails!!
I told my ni***z to make sure that all their s**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 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

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 s**t is funky like a black skunk
F**k all this waitin man, it's time to get this m**********r 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 n***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 dopeman - God damn em
I'm sick of hiding like a b***h 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 ni***z 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 drugs
So, we can have it all night, fight
Cause b***h, I'm ready to die from my tight lights
When the feds in town

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