Sporty Thievz

Sporty Thievz - Fedz lyrics

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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
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Language: English

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