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(Female singing to Eurythmics "Here Comes the Rain")
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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