F.b.i.

I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind
Motherfuck the education and drug rebilitation
I'm smokin on that weed and the green is gettin tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th, i bust open my mommas cock
Pussy hole addicted to drinking, now i'm addicted to crack rock
So motherfuck you bitches and you snitches tryin to do me in
Police in disguises and he tries to buy peruvians
Knockin at my fuckin door, duckin and dodgin on that floor
That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-four
Creepin up out my window pane, i smell cops
A honkey on the block, drop to my knee, i took a shot
I seen him drop, one time this ain't the place for that
Since he's a fed, i took off his face for that
That shit that he tried to pull
You know he couldn't get away with this
Bitch i'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this
Fuck being indicted, don't you try it that's the fuckin story
Cops roll to the cemetary, all snitches to my laboratory
I'm fittin to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boom
This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking tech
Rat tat to the tat tat, i'm a take him out of his memory
For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or die
This is a letter from shoestring to the f.b.i.
Backstabbers gone, so i guess you dirty cops are clean
You took a father from their family, motherfuck their dreams
Is what you said, so motherfucking bitch ass fed
I want you dead, i'm going to pump your ass full of lead
Let's make a deal, this shit is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go
Then we can let you live, you made that switch
And now it's time to kill you bitch
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch
Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get united
Boom holes on them hoes, green fuck being indicted

Motherfuck the f.b.i., bitches i'm prepared to die
Up on my tip, cause i won't slang his drug supply
Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come with dude
Bitches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch
Cause that bitch you got smoke rocks
So that mean her word ain't shit
If i get some prison time, give me mine, cause i ain't fake
Since my click don't snitch
When i get out all my connections straight
The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
Before my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me
Bitch bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
Gotta call my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin i ain't in that mood
Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's food
Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree
Send me to penetentiary, come out that bitch a straight up g
Never been a busta, always been a hustla
Sellin yea, came up bustin caps
So we could deal this dime out where i stay
Out to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way i know
Fiends around the block, soon as i open up my rock house door
Gotta make some more, i'm droppin weight on that digital scale
More popular than taco bell, taco shells, we're making sells
Motherfuckin bitch, i want a key, give me that uncut raw
Shit up in your jar, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw
Your momma's eyes are big again, everytime she smokes
She plots, since i wouldn't give her no rock
She sending the federal government in my spot
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so i can fight it
Free again to sell dope, bitch fuck being indicted

Shoestring:

Shoestring's on the comeback, bust you bitches up off my threads
Motherfucking feds raid my shit i put that head to bed
Been running from the law, been rocking war from my hideaway
Fuck them bitches, hittin them switches perfin as i ride away
Be quick for pulling your piece and slip like grease and there's a deadly
War
The bitches they call me shoestring, the niggas they call me skeletor
Walkin up to your doorstep, creepin up from the back bitch, the killer of
Your dope deal
The killer that left that package and that body in the driveway
Murdered them on a friday
Scooped up the yea, the pay and headed back for the highway
Put the coke on the floor, hand over the dough
My hat is cocaine white and the feds think its blow
So they pullin me over ??? honkies checkin my suitcase
Somebody want to wet me up
The feds are tryin to set me up
Reachin for my pistol grip, i'll pop it til i drop these hoes
Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with your
Eyes closed
Froze, i'm creepin up on you with that fuckin missle
30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin whistles
Fuckin up your tissue, pack your pistol and riot pumps
This motherfucker thumps, so none of my enemies jump
So motherfuck your cookie crew the avenue be rollin through
Its all about the money bitch, what the fuck you wanna do
Niggas wanna grab they balls, show they teeth like they jaws
You niggas have more periods than the motherfuckin pussy walls
So what the fuck you talkin bout, rappin ain't no thang to me
You buster ass bitches ain't really what you claim to be
We can throw them thangs, play the same and i'm gone bust your nose
Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with your
Eyes
Closed.

Bootleg:

Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal criminology
Actually rippin for salary its no formality
To be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy, dogmatically
Financially money's the mission
Motive the means, bodies for fishin
Intuition got me trapped like quadafi erasin your posse for a hobby
Dead bodies in lobbies dealin with the veteran
In your head like excederin, better than medicine
Curing viruses hard as caluses
Head wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record like dallas
Competition is missing, being stragled from angles
In position by magicians like mathematicians
I'm stackin digits and figures on petty niggas
Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum triggers
I'm deadly like storms in arizona
I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck
Diplomas


Haven't you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye
Cause with your eyes closed is how you die
Say goodbye to the bad guy, am i my brother's keeper
Reefa makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
So watch yourself, watch your step for these bullets ????
But couldn't creep away from its death
One of my niggas died, it was his time murder ain't jokin
Flashes and blashes reading him dead with his eyes open
Since we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and bust him
Now the nigga was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but fuck it
I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
So he's drinkin 40's pullin ???? wishes
Open fire on snitches killin all the death wishes
Get the picture, i never shot a man when he was runnin
Pistol barrell in his face so he see all the bullets comin


Cash in chronic ???/
Informer drug holder
Bitches in love, niggas catch slugs between they shoulders
Green shit that i'm foldin make niggas think that will hold them
But they don't wanna jack trigger with mr. empty the clip
I flip on the scripture like i'm apostle
But stick to the script, cause this is real nigga gospel
Until my mission's accomplished, i'm gone be hostile with a bottle
Didn't have no role model, so i live like fuck tomorrow
The path that i chose was to roll with my og's
Killers and creepers who never sleep or dose
Fuck with us be leaving with your eyes closed
Its mandatory i'm wishin to catch a nigga like a transmission
Straight up slippin with his eyes closed
And in my hood ain't no sightseeing
Fuck with us, who knows where you might be in
Only police will be lookin after the hearse roll
And ain't no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with your eyes closed

Watch your back, i'm creepin from the blind side
Another nigga dead, another fuckin homicide
211 187 better call for back-up
I'm a get to flyin heads, once i load my mac up
Crackheads crack up, bitch niggas back down
We ain't scared of shit on the north side of flip town
Dayton avenue is where i'm from to be exact
It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right back
Before you catch a barrel to your dome g
If you with somebody else, than you and all your homies
Come one come all nigga ain't no hoe up in my gang
Got no time for lames and i'm a stay the same
I'm criminally insane, givin pain is what i do
Catchin you in plain view, makin sure your ass through
Money and the power, bitches in the door
Grippin on a nickle plated 44
And you'll be leaving with your eyes closed

Motherfuckers caught me slippin, i hate that bitch
Dayton for life, gangsta love
I gotta go back there, i gotta go back fuck that punk shit

[shoestring]
I'm makin preperations to return to 79th and halstead
I came to perform but bled instead
Infiltrated by enemies tryin to paint me red
I discovered the true essence of a vicky loo
Quick to mob when odds are 70 to 2
It was a setup i figured, but you was designated
To get me wet up by niggas with triggers nickle plated
I was blinded but reminded when we arrived
Saw the five up in the sky, it blew my high
Never noticed i was the victim in this deadly plot
Surrounded by wanna be killas on satan's block
They sent the lexus to the liquor store to get some blunts
Never knowing i'll be wearing bruises from this shit for months
But four coppers turned around standin at the door
Feel the fire is what he said and surrounded the store
Takin my soul i'm a gangsta they had me trippin
Thoughts in my head of halstead, they caught me slippin
Never again to be caught on the receiving end
Dayton ave and halstead let the games begin

Yeah, the dayton family in this bitch for the 9-6 fool
Know what i'm sayin dts
And i ain't talkin about downtown security bitch
Dayton avenue be true nigga

I'm out for murder motherfuckers get prepared to go
And when i toot i gotta shoot and leave hoes cold in snow
My whole objective in this game is kill and show no pain
Get a fool for his chains
And raise more throws and blows than dana dane
I'm always strappin on the jackin for your chains i'm droolin
And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you think you foolin
Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence i ain't heard that shit
Come in the hood, park at the club and find your ride on bricks
Down where i dwell, them boys ain't ??? so motherfuck your crew
Bring weed i smoke and sell more coke than coca-cola do
I'm built to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise
How you lookin like emmitt smith, runnin back to get your boys
Its do or die and bitch believe me i'm not tryin to go
Many men have tried and failed, but those that failed can come no more
I pledge allegiance to the flag, but there ain't no stars or stripes
Just thugs, a bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches with crack pipes
A vigilante gettin panties by some jaked up flake
To much to count, i stack amount ain't nothin about me fake
Nobody move nobody die so bitch don't move in inch
And i'm puttin slugs in any bitch that i even think might of flinched
Its time to bail, my since of smell is what cocaine intices
Bail with joe ?staley? tried to ban me cause of high yea yo prices
And on that note, i quote i'm deep and i'll stick yo mama up
He got ten g's and an eigth in the safe, niggas you know what's up
?? fools arousin for them thousands and that yea yo stash
Drunk off that whiskey fuck john ?cisk?, i'm fittin to rob his ass
When shit gets tight, like barry white i practice what i preach
Little shorties wanna be down like brandy when they hear me speak
The b double o-t-l-e-g-t-h-e-r-a-p
C-a-p-o-n-e-d-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e

Chorus: repeat 4x

D-o-to the p-e-d-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e a killa
(g, d-a-y-t-o-n killa)
F-l-i-n-t don't wanna see another killer g
(g's, these are motherfuckin killas)

He's a killa off dayton avenue, he's quick to point that glock at you
I catch you and i dead you, i got you if i shot at you
Runnin for your life again, a victim of a homicide
I'm down for pumpin your chest, open your chest real fuckin wide
You fuckin with a murderer, caddie coup burglar
Sweep you off your dana's, when you see me i'l be serving a
Ziggy zag, 44 mag fuckin public enemy
Shakin and bakin and takin yo shit
Beatin your pussy and wreckin yo shit
Sendin you bitches up on yo way, that's the way face the ray
Diggen them as they body lay, pickin them with this oozie spray
Gats and glocks, moeny and rocks you best to believe i gets the loot
Fuckin you in your booty hole, punk cause you's a rudy poo
I empty this clip, so don't you slip, fuck around and trip
Three killas in the hood, got yo goods, pilled yo cap and dip
Gotta ?? on my way on this set is like initiation
My posse pack more pumps than a motherfuckin gas station
Better watch that yea that you've been boomon in this dry town
Kickin down yo door bitch and you bitches best to lie down
A skitzofranic that's makin you panic when i pull this gage
I do more licks and throw more kicks, than johnny cage
I'm fuckin what you been talkin, you've been walkin
Stalkin like a hawk and
Trigger be triggin when i click it cause my pain ain't stickin
Its do or die we multiply on the for reala
But ask yo motherfuckin mother he's a motherfuckin killa

Chorus

Damn, is that bootleg
Damn, i could've swore i just saw backstabber
Damn, i gotta leave that shit alone

[shoestring]
It's your nutty nigga how you figure you can take my shit and break
Try that shit you thinkin bout and hollowpoint gone lead your wake
Cause ain't no jackin me for no green, we done no dividends
Niggers get they shit blew up, so motherfucker best a friend
Killin his so-so block, or straight up pull out his glock
He's been shot, took his knot
Left him in the parking lot
No mercy on the enemy, the bitches are ridin on flat fours
Bullet holes in they doors, squeeze that shit that blows them foes
Ghetto nappy, trigger happy so you gots to watch yo back
Can't be thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this strap
Blood is leakin, what you thinkin there's no other way around it
Searchin for some static, its automatic bitch you hope you found it
He's been grouded six feet deep
Where he stood is wear he sleep
My hustle been lackin them grams
And ain't no worker for me gone play me cheap
We play for keeps you strike the street bitch with your head missing
When we was ballin, you was fallin headed for the kitchen
With sticky fingers, now the singers for the f-e-d
Won't do they time, but do they crime and lick these bitches feet
That boy's a pussy, but a bitch wanna play that gangsta roll
Snitchin on players, got to save us when they pockets swoll
Fuckin with the game, you be on crack with your brain
Tellin on your man, but you slip sometimes and fuckin change
Rollin on they side, in a g-ride while these niggaz slippin
Dumpin their bodies like john gotti now they mother's trippin
Hadn't been no snitch, you rottin ass bitch
Good enough to raise your child
Quick fakin wild, cause the aftermath is also foul
Cut you in half, murder your staff sit back and laugh
Cause down on dayton its going to be a fuckin blood bath

Chorus: repeat 8x

Down on dayton its going to be a fuckin blood bath

[bootleg]
I got more style than prison's got bricks (ain't that some shit)
My everyday is a mafia flick (let me make this quick)
I fuck more groupies than rockin roll singers (better ask my click)
Laughin like laughin hyena when killin (rippin up your shit)
Stretchin these niggas like caine when cut (strap on your nuts)
My dick is fatter than silicone butts (better ask your sluts)
I'm out for murder like niggers on bond (pullin out yo guts)
I be bootleggin like i was the don (cross me get fucked)
Treating you with stitches like doctors in clinics
(but i'm not your nurse)
Fuckin with this style ira dorsey invented (like this and first)
I'm stackin franklin's like tellers in banks (and to make shit worse)
I keep my pistols like brothers keep drinks
(here to quench your thirst)
I'm schoolin niggaz like teachers and tutors (don't be late for class)
My aim is straighter than state shooter (aiming at that ass)
I throw more blows than hookers on strips (don't drop that pass)
I'm intercepting with dances and flip (break fools like glass)
I'm so damn cold that i'm freezing the stage (hang up your coat)
I'm small but deadly like hand grenades (shoved down your throat)
I'm keepin niggers in line like feds (nuts hang like ropes)
I killed more honkies than oj than slayed (in l.a. keep)
Smokin more bud than jamaicans can roll (nigger pass that cess)
You like a leach on my dick so let go (before i snap yo neck)
I'm not steve walker though families still matter
(better check yo hoe)
Your roll is slow my bankroll is much fatter (gotta make some more)
I killed more niggaz than deadly diseases (their ain't no cure)
I prophesize like muhammad or jesus (pump pump no more)
I'm stabbin bitches like niggas with life (don't cross my staff)
Cause if you do reaper's takin your life
Blood bath on dayton ave

Chorus

(car honks)
-girl, bring yo muthafuckin ass on, i ain't got all day! come on.
-muthafucka, don't be rushin me! here i come, damn!
-(mumbling)
-damn, always playin and shit, just bring yo muthafuckin ass on. shit!
-(normal) what's up?
-shit.
-oh, well what you wanna do today?
-nigga, it don't matter as long as you spendin that loot.
-oh, ain't nothin wrong with that if i got it, you know what i'm sayin?
-hey, uh, why don't you put this in right quick?
-hmm, what's this?
-this that dayton family. shit, nigga, that shit is tight.
-what? this bullshit? get this shit out my car! we ain't playin no dayton
Family. naw, they ain't even happenin.
-fuck you, nigga. you's a muthafuckin playa hater.

[shoestring]
No playa hatas be at the party cause it's a playa thang
So pack yo ?bag it? in that wagon, and make that change
I'm fuckin yo bitch, she suckin my dick, and it feels good
I'm hittin that wood like you should when you leave the hood
I'm in yo house, fuckin yo bitch, she's lovin this ghetto cock
You slip and slide, i be hittin em with this demon drop
You perpetrate me, playa hate me, bitch, i started you
I brung you in this bitch, and now he switch, he wasn't true
I.d.'s a snitch, who rolled back on that liquor store
To the click that snitched on matt, betta watch yo back cause you got to go
Quit shakin my hand and understand that you're my enemy
Didn't hang with you then, don't hang with you now, but you pretend to be
My fuckin nigga, the bigger the body the bigger the hole in fall
I'm pullin the trigga on the nigga there's no need to stall
So if you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet nigga
Shoestring won't buy it, nigga, so don't you try it nigga
Walk in the club ready to buck with any playa hation
You catchin a bullet in yo stomach is the situation
Knockin out yo wind, i'm so high i see a fuckin kite
Gotta get yo goods, gotta get yo goods then i'm outta sight
Used to be my niggaz, but you niggaz wanna playa hate me
Comin out your ??? is the muthafuckin a-v-e
Mo bounce than a woofer, spit mo game than a nigga, sugar
Betta ask that hooker, i get snotty as a fuckin booger
Nosy as blow, cold as snow, in this pimpin game
Bustas be lame, got you bitches fiendin for that cane
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a dayton rater
No love for hoes, cause they some muthafuckin playa haters.

Chorus (4x): my shit is pro and good to go, call me a dayton rater
(player hated, player hated)

[ghetto e]
Playa hation, this is the situation that i'm up against
These niggaz be hollerin my name, i'm bootin that cane and that's evidence
What i done is what you do, you lived off ramp, you wasn't true
Now your spittin villians, run around town, and then i fucked your boo
You niggaz love playa hatin, suckin dick from state to state
Now you wanna snitch on gangstas, bitch, cause you got caught with weight
Witness to a murder, you ain't heard, shut yo mouth when a killa's talkin
Got caught with a key, turned f-e-d and now yo ass is walkin
Rats want they cheese f-e-ds had some scent degrees
You get demolished, fuck your college, bitch, don't fuck with g's
Quote of the law, but you done saw a ho and cashed a check
Wanna send me up, and pen me up like i'm a fuckin pet
P-l to the a-y-e-r-h-a-t to the fuckin e
You said we're done, your family's over, you're blind and we can see
The facts of life are that you're jealous of these dayton fellas
No one can trail us, you're rebellious, that's what ya tell us
I peeped your game, you're poor and ain't got shit to do
You left a clue, your ho said you ain't like my crew
I played you off, now fuckin your ho, this week she bout me gators
Wearin your suit, my brother's boots so fuck you player haters

Chorus (4x) [yo, my nigga ???, niggaz be playa hatin with two.]
[they gon really playa hate us now, ya'll. check it out.]

[esham]
Man, why these punk ass niggaz be player hatin?
I be gettin my slang on down on dayton
Me and shoestring, doin our thing
Blunt smoke in back seat, ridin limousine
See a been a millionaire since ninety-one
Unholy esham, i'm my mama's son
All you rappers out there sayin you in gold
But ain't got shit to show for the records you sold
I.d. told me let a ho be a ho
Niggaz hate you got paid, they playa hatin you so
Fuck them niggaz, they gon die and nobody'll show
At they ho ass funeral, cause only you'll know
Niggaz get paid when they stay true to the game
Fuck them hoes and get the money, steady fuckin the fame
See me and ghetto e kinda feel the same,
All ya'll playa hatin niggaz out there no ya'll name
And ya'll some playa haters

Chorus (4x)