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Lord have mercy
Yeah yeah
Say man a hustler
Say man a bonafide hustler
What me tell dem say
The feds here, feds here, feds everywhere
A nuff informer deh 'round here
The feds here, feds here, feds everywhere
Be careful how you chat 'pon the chips ah fear
Me no love dem phone yah
When you chat dem a hear
Man haffi learn how fi talk inna code
Right yah now the driver well overload
Can't afford fi run a roadblock
Cost a hundred pound and me strapped with the Glock
A hundred grand the driver haffi bring back
Him haffi know how fi roll the juice, speed trap
Can't pick up no trail from no rob and a no cop
No informer or no undercover
And me whole life saving deh 'pon the line
Five baby mother me got fi mine
Driver, nah stop at all
Destination a Alba Mall
Driver, me nah go itch
Dem want the Arizona, New Jersey, Brunswick
Driver, me nah go switch
Me just get the car and me weigh it out quick
Put inna the bag a weh dem call plastic
Vacuum seal then me mek two wheel
Reach 'pon the corner me seal up the deal
Driver, phone no stop ring
Dem want the high grade tampi a Brooklyn
Driver, dem say don't linger
Dem want a hundred pound a the regular
So me jump on the highway from Brooklyn to Bronx
Drop off the corner pick up all the light bags
Jump on me cell and me mek two links
And mek the boss know everything inna sync
The feds here, feds here, feds everywhere
A nuff informer deh 'round here
The feds here, feds here, feds everywhere
Be careful how you chat 'pon the chips ah fear
Dem a request the bud, the gold and the green
UPS and Federal a bring it in
Dem a ship ton while a we a move pound
We a lock the city man and we a lock the town
A we all the pretty gyal dem a flock 'round
Me nah stop fi cheat and me nah stop fi don
Me might drink a roost but me nah burn no con
Fi send to the con might create a alarm
Driver, nah stop at all
Destination a Alba Mall
Driver, me nah go switch
Dem want the Arizona, New Jersey, Brunswick
Driver, me nah go itch
Me just get the thing and me weigh it out quick
Put inna the bag a weh dem call plastic
Vacuum seal then me mek two wheel
Reach 'pon the corner me seal up the deal
Me nah mek no deal with the boy name Clyde
Say fed have him a do twenty to life
All of a sudden the boy out 'pon bond
A nuff feud man the boy him a sing 'pon
Driver, nah stop at all
Destination back to the crib
Driver, man haffi live a man a hustler
Say man a bonafide hustler
Say man a hustler
Say man a bonafide hustler
What me tell dem say
The feds here, feds here, feds everywhere
A nuff informer deh 'round here
The feds here, feds here, feds everywhere
Be careful how you chat 'pon the chips ah fear



Autor(en): Dalton Lindo



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