Fed Coming

[Chorus: Young Buck & Lloyd Banks]

Some say I should be runnin' (Yea!)

They seen what I had done and (C'mon!)

They say the feds comin'

But they ain't sayin' nuttin' (Nah!)

You see I'm tired of strugglin'

I'm tryna have something

Hustling and head bustin'

'Cause they ain't sayin' nuttin'

Some say I should be runnin'

They seen what I had done and (Ah)

They say the feds comin'

But they ain't sayin' nuttin' (Baow!)

You see I'm tired of strugglin'

I'm tryna have something (Uh)

Hustling and head bustin' (Yeah)

'Cause they ain't sayin' nuttin'

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

From now on refer to me as mista (Mista)

And be careful who you lock arms with 'cause the word'll be dissed ya (Uh)

I deserve to be the victor (Uh-huh)

I watch who I talk around 'cause a bird'll be the listener (Snitch)

With the urgency to whisper, the shit that'll have you layin in emergency for surgery to fix ya

I turned pro about a year ago

I'm still mackin' (Uh)

Performing's the only time I hear a hoe (Uh-huh, uh)

I'm from a place where the ceilings go

We slide buckets under water and the wallpaper peelin' slow (Oh)

And I ain't greedy, the boy'll take a mill and go (Uh)

Off a classic, they all hate to hear it blow

'Cause they don't do it like this (Uh-uh)

Sippin' on a fluid like Cris with a blue and white wrist (Uh-uh)

Now I'm able to list more figures and I'm tired of shittin' from now on I just piss on niggas

[Chorus: Young Buck]

Some say I should be runnin' (Yea!)

They seen what I had done and (C'mon!)

They say the feds comin'

But they ain't sayin' nuttin' (Nah!)

You see I'm tired of strugglin'

I'm tryna have something

Hustling and head bustin'

'Cause they ain't sayin' nuttin'

Some say I should be runnin'

They seen what I had done and (Ah)

They say the feds comin'

But they ain't sayin' nuttin' (Baow!)

You see I'm tired of strugglin'

I'm tryna have something

Hustling and head bustin'

'Cause they ain't sayin' nuttin'

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

Got me a bird and didn't look back

I learn how to cook crack, it's on, back then we had beepers with big ass cell phones

Posted up with the fiends

I used to dress like them

So when the police came I lookeded just like them

I sold my dimes for five, sell my twentys for ten

I never gave they ass credit but they came again (Ha haaaa)

Can't let 'em catch me

So Buck used to run from 'em, then I said "fuck it"

'Cause Buck got [?] money

Quarters with the ounces and ounces with the keys

Bitches used to drop me off now they drop to they knees (Yeah!)

Feel good to grip the wood

And watch ya homie shine too 'cause ballin' by yourself'll make a nigga come find you, I know the streets feel me

The projects and scatter-sites, niggas that don' really copped a brick and hustled all night (Ooh!)

Ask me why I'm thuggin'?

I tell you 'cause it's in me

Police ain't stoppin' nuttin', if you want me come and get me motherfuckers