Dj Drama - Feds Takin' Pictures Lyrics
[Chorus:]Feds [repeated scratching] takin' pictures[Young Jeezy:]The Feds takin pictures on meNigga's still snitchin on me (nah)900 for the sipWhat you think I'm smoking homie (haha)Oh what you think I'm joking homieBlue rims, yeah the coupes crip walk (woo)Certified plastic think I'd rather make hits?Between me and you yeah I'd rather flip bricksSo tell me what's wrong with glass pots and a scalePose for them *****es like the double XL[Willie Da Kid:]Homie we ball til we fallMagic City we to the mallTrying to stay out of reach of the long arm of the lawI'm calm like snowfall through preliminary hearingsThey indicting niggas for bootlegging and racketeeringProlly got me on the camera while I'm copin' out the car lotI'm coming out the banks, big cred' with the Karl box'It's WillieMy futures bright like a highlighterThey taking pictures cause I'm fly like a skydiver[Chorus][Jim Jones:]JONES!You ain't seen money (nope)Until you seen me (Jones!)220 for Bentley GTC (ballin!)And the money ain't a thing like J Dupri (it's nothing)When you ballin round the country like the major league (pick a team)So peace up, A town down (A town down)Tear your streets up with them A-K rounds (bang bang)Now whatchu know about that?I know all about that3 birds, 3 nights can make a 100 thousands stacks (that weight nigga)And man they got it on camera (whaat?)The Feds been watching since the boy touched Atlanta[Rick Ross:]I'm the biggest mobster to ever hit the pop chartsI'm a easy target they know a nigga rock hardGet a clean check cut slip it in my accountWrite 'em out a china white a lil cut'll wipe 'em outI ain't with the rapping boy, I'm puttin in the workIn these niggas with the rapid lay his ass in the churchGet some information for you informants I got the YAYAnd I'm selling them cheaper than yesterday so whatchu say?[Chorus][Young Buck:]They snapping while we trappingTrying to find out what happenedThey wanna lock me up before my album go platinumI took my cell phone and through itMy bank account I blew itI got to cut my conversations, I donn't want to do it, butWho's that peeping in my windowIt ain't no love they tired of telling on they kinfolkSo if you've ever been brokeAnd turn a penny to a twentyLet me hear you hollaIf you want me come get me[T.I.P.:]Whether you know me as T.I. or you can call me T.I.P.And know the APD and FBI they talk about the G.I.B.And they know I be high when I'm in the V.I.PI'm sure they see me as I fly through the city and that brand new V.I.B.Young, rich, and famous with a pistol you can call me Chi AliBut I'm the greatest in Atlanta they be calling me Ali[Chorus]
