Übersetzung: FED-X. Benutzerdefinierte.
(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
t wanna get shot I think its best you respect me if you don't wanna get shot If you test me, the results is I wet up your block Chorus x2 Verse 2:
your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on The haters need to know the world is my own [x2] [Baby] Now all these
to tell me that your sorry You You have had your chances But you threw them all away Saying that your sorry Doesnt mean you get your own way Cause I'm fed
the game so keep your hands in your pockets charity begins at home keep your hands in your pockets charity won't leave you alone everywhere that we turn there are mouths to be fed
no more Tell the world listen that we're fed up, we ain't gonna take it no more [Chorus:] We not gonna take it no more [x8] [Verse 2:] No more hang
make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
