(feat. C-Bo) [Fed-X & (C-Bo):] (I can't lie me and Fedy gettin' so much dough) (In the heart, of ya city gettin' so much blow) (Yeh I'ma pump until
the spotlight on me like I'm stage performin' I'm wid my cop right homie, and countin' money gets borin' Alotta gunplay, I'm still out here drug warrin
I'm still movin' pies [x2] [Verse 2: 100 Proof] Man all I know is what I do all I do is what I know Push drugs leave vitims bleedin' I'm strong but
(feat. The Jacka and Rydah J. Klyde) [Verse 1: Fed-X] Fifty States!, yo Guess who the dude the girls love him Fed-X Fifty States I'm so custom I'm like
(feat. Yukmouth & Dru Down) [HOOK: Fed-X & Dru Down] Ok It's, Murder! Wid three holes in a beenie hat pulled down over my face and I got some guns on
whole family's sick Throwin roaches on the coffin as you sink in the earth [x2] [Verse 2:] She told me that she haven't gave head in years Fed-X Fifty
gunshots The mob is deep, from the streets to Longpark Promise me, that ya phone is not hot Cause I if I get knocked niggas dyin' from dumb shots [HOOK: Fed-X
gotta make room hoppin' out the stunna van Alotta different reasons why I act this way Cause it never cease that I shine they callin' me brightly Icey Fed-X
I'm two seatin' through the city she say the game done changed I got niggas everywhere and gettin' moneys my thang it's uhhh, Fed-X international call
way where ya friends, this shit about to end Fed pulled up in a Benz wid a set of twins what it do [HOOK: Sample looping] [Verse 2: Fed-X] It's the
guns to beef, while you send your son to speech We a hundred deep and stay bustin the heat Puttin niggas to sleep, in six feet sweaps Joe the Don, ready for war
Like civil war muskets or add kids throwin tantrums Out out the damn spot with phantom power rebel bunch Using the populace like fed fed the meat to public
These are lies that we all accepted Say no to drugs but the governments keep it Running through our community, killing the unity The war on drugs is a war
want war, clap clap, Oh really? I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me? [Chorus] x
next cells (what happens) When you talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex cells (whooo) When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs
'm forced to pack a thirty-eight Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could Do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin *repeat 2x: first time "ah
Bridge is about to collapse, apocalypse This the type of jam that be getting No Airplay The ghetto is fed up, we got the arms in the air [Hook] - 1x
