(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
streets I hear you want me we got some, beef I hear you want me up in these streets I hear you want me we got some, beef [x2] We got some, beef I heard
I lead it Ya game's been passed down and passed down It sounds thrash now y'all niggas better talk than achieve it [Verse 3: Fed-X] See I'm a hustler
how. I can't take orders. I just know how. To take over blocks with sacks of quarters I guess my connect Is the closest one to the border. [Chorus: Fed X
(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
Traduzione: FED-X. Custom.
, for they kick in your belly Chop chop with my machete, twist your neck cause we deadly [Hook x2] Jiggidy chop chop Jiggidy twist twist Million dolla ballas Million dolla kiss [x
but I all I ever do is out of need, never greed No wonder I'ma fiend for the weed I'm hopeless [Chorus: x2] I'm noticin' that I'm hopeless, only roaches
get that doe) Supply the block O's, out of a butterscotch holds But you can buy the block whole, when you (get that doe) Like X-Fliles, I leave home running
(feat. Lil' O, D-Gotti) [Hook] Million dollar block Spot is hot, but we gon mash to the top These FED's gon watch The cash don't spot, million dollar
while the dope game switches I make it senseless, to end up dead or in the FED When I can spit lyrical heroin, and make bread [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.:]
's synchronicity and raw and this is what I came here for, uh [Chorus x2] [D'Angelo: repeats] Go on... [Chorus x4]
