F.E.D.S. - Philthy Rich, Husalah

I gotta watch what I say cause the feds listening

They say they got me on tape playing with them chickens

They say my nigga turned state

Now that nigga snitching

The first offer that they’re talking is a life sentence

I can’t even say my niggas names no more

Cause these niggas dropping names on the low

Got me tired and detectives all asking bout me

I’m just trying to figure out why the asking bout me

These pussy niggas sneak dissing from down the street

But real niggas they mention when they found the heat

I was told to keep quiet and never say shit

But these niggas been running off out the lips

Got the feds tuned in all in my business

Saying I’m the one supplying the hood with them chickens

A lot of niggas coming home and I’m wondering why

Man they can’t do time so they dropping dimes

I don’t gangbang nigga I’m from Seminary

And if you don’t tote a pistol you in the cemetery

These niggas working with the feds I’ve been buying reds

3,000 on the show and I ain’t have a clue

Looking out for your nigga when your nigga down

He will throw you in the cross and have a nigga down

50,000 for the lawyer ya I’ll put it up

No foreigns in the garage ya I put em up

They trying to put a case on me niggas turning phony

Want me back in Rita going to court eating bologna

Hopping off the blue bus got us shackled up

And shared a cell with my co-d got to split us up