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Sporty Thievz lyrics Fedz lyrics (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 don't 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 it's a beat down I'll 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 Narc's is creepin' on Kirk but you high too, we'll be in Y-O so drive-thru make sure you knock two, if the doorbell, it's not you Yea aight? But still think about keepin the flight, that Kirk booked, if you agree then we leave tonight"; ";Aight aight,"; it's 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 that's where they gonna look Don't 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 that's 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, he'll be stuffed in a trunk sick waiting for slugs to wail on him Just make it to the airport dog it's gonna work, Gettin out of state on time, it's on Kirk I'ma call him, fill him in on how we gotta fly now I just hope my nigga ain't 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 he'd 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, I'm out, ";No doubt"; Grabbed the keys and the ki's, please gotta breeze Some G's of cheese, about to leave then ";FREEZE!!!"; Damn! (Don't 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! That's all I need son!) Chorus Here comes the...here comes the Feds Watch out before they knock you and your crew So don't be a fool stash your jewels Other Sporty Thievz lyrics: Propose a Toast lyrics Angel lyrics Aquamen lyrics Freeks lyrics Hitmen lyrics Like Father, Like Son lyrics Raw Footage lyrics Spy Hunter lyrics Street Cinema lyrics |