(Female singing to Eurythmics "Here Comes the Rain")
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Here comes the...here comes the Feds
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Watch out before they knock you and your crew
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So don't be a fool stash your jewels
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(Marlon Brando)
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Hey yo I tried to do it,
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but Feds jumped out the Buick and blew it,
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Hopped the fence with my gun-drew it, bustin through it
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I had anutha one, if they catch me it's a beat down
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I'll run a couple of streets down, before I put this heat down
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Yo, they had the vest, I had the Tef',
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broke my right arm runnin, Mag in the left
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run out of breath, just like Clark Kent jumped in the payphone,
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"Hello, my shit broke cuz-o, yo Dubez stay home!
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And call King ?Cape Frome? to meet me on Burke,
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and stay alert, cuz I heard Narc's is creepin' on Kirk
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but you high too, we'll be in Y-O so drive-thru
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make sure you knock two, if the doorbell, it's not you
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Yea aight? But still think about keepin the flight,
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that Kirk booked, if you agree then we leave tonight"
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"Aight aight," it's on hung up, lit one and puffed up
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Just waitin for Kirk hurt thinkin how I fucked up
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Chorus(2x):
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Yo here comes the Feds, the gig is up
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I guess we fucked up, made our biz corrupt
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Just maintain, cats are playin' in Pennsylvain'
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Or Maine, on the low an alias, no names
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(Big Dubez)
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Yo Marlon, what you mean meet on Burke? you off the hook
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If they out for a crook that's where they gonna look
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Don't get pepped, your best bet, dog, is clear the set
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My down low Lynette got the keys to the 'Vette
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Tell her "the Milk Turtle", honey know the code, you got heat
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and a gang of cash under the seat
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Man, fuck! I knew this deal was too sweet
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Now we in a heap, of shit that's too deep
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It was hard to sniff him out, he played it with the dreads
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I fucked up and just negotiated with the Feds
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Only if I put a tail on him, he'll be stuffed in a trunk sick
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waiting for slugs to wail on him
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Just make it to the airport dog it's gonna work,
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Gettin out of state on time, it's on Kirk
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I'ma call him, fill him in on how we gotta fly now
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I just hope my nigga ain't in cuffs by now
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Chorus (2x)
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(King Kirk)
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Damn! I thought that cat I sold to was from the old school
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old dude with the gold tooth I used to know dude
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used to push a gold coupe and scoop, mad ice cream
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nine-teen he had the white Beam' with the green ??pipe-beam??
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had clean hygiene, he stayed with a fresh scent
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breath never stink, so chicks called him Peppermint
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let me think, oh yea, he got knocked with a key
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This cat and his family told me he'd be home at three
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bring 4 ki' bags, then sounded official
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When I served him I was tipsy, plus needed the chips, G!
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I fucked up, he tricked me, probably comin' to get me
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to hit me with three and Marlon it be a conspiracy
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Shit! gotta bounce and get out this fuckin house
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Call you from down south, I'm out, "No doubt"
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Grabbed the keys and the ki's, please gotta breeze
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Some G's of cheese, about to leave then "FREEZE!!!"
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Damn!
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(Don't you fuckin move, put your hands on your head, get on the floor!
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Gimme a reason to put a hole in you, gimme a reason!
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That's all I need son!)
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Chorus
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Here comes the...here comes the Feds
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Watch out before they knock you and your crew
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So don't be a fool stash your jewels
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FEDZ
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Sporty Thievz |