Lyrics:
German puppets burned the Jews
Jewish puppets did not choose
Puppet vultures eat the dead
Puppet corpses they are fed
Puppet winds and puppet
Well, there's a man I know
At least I used to years ago
I didn't really mind
He used to come round all the time
Of course he had to be fed
I had
You've been kept down
You've been pushed 'round
You've been lied to
You've been fed truths
Who's making your decisions?
You or your religion
(Intro)
North Gwad &Thee Second
Yeah, mehn fuck the feds mehn
On God bro,
I gotta call my twin for this shit
Yeah,
And the feds got me my nigga
Number 34
Migo! QC!
Barkley, Barkley (Wow!)
Yo, yo
Feds hit the spot they ain't find no work cause the bricks right under me
"Fheww!" Sell a brick
Uploading your gun, that shit on fed apps
Uploading your gun, that shit on fed apps
You with a bitch in your opp's hood, that's a death trap
Sending
My wrist like The Rock, people’s elbow
Feds on your block, and they at your door
What you gonna do, flush your work, ho!
Flush the work, ho! Flush
written in your blood, on foreheads of the rich and fed.
Long teeth and whiskers like a rat
Fearing only those present
They got zero emotion
And everybody's fed up with that
Warm outside but very cold
Can't ride three times when you comin' through the 'jects
Red Cross, kept a nigga fed
In the studio with K. Dot fresh out the feds
Yeah, you niggas
the troops were battle dressed
Four martyrs earned a new degree, The Bachelor of Bullets
I know we're all fed up with useless wars and racial strife
But
And He gives back life to the one's that's dead
And He fed four thousand with seven loaves of bread
There's a man in here who makes demons flee
Who
do, what a thug would do
Ask about me, the feds watch daily
Getting more cheese, more bread than a deli
And I'm getting' love, fan mail like Melly
And I
the troops were battle dressed
Four martyrs earned a new degree, The Bachelor of Bullets
I know we're all fed up with useless wars and racial strife
But
Chewed the bone down too low
Got fed on tea and sympathy
Blew the sail like the wind
I wish you were my enemy
I was humble for you
What a fool
Chewed the bone down too low
Got fed on tea and sympathy
Blew the sail like the wind
I wish you were my enemy
I was humble for you
What a fool
the bossman's young un's all gotta be fed
Make the waterwheel roll make the waterwheel roll
Bossman bossman he sure is mean thinks of my body as a steam machine
you in my home
You wouldn't leave my wife alone
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you
I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you
I fed
Fed up
Fed up
Fed up
Fed up
Fed up with your bull shit
Fed up with your lies
Did you really think I couldn't realize?
You pulled the curtain over my
A restless nature fed my crazy dreams
So I packed my bags in a big limousine
laughed at the people who were laughin' at me
Laughed and said I'm gonna be
We know just who we are
Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have
D-J Khaled (D-J Khaled)
Ooh
The streets is fed up (who else nigga?)
We fed up (we the best)
The runners, Usher talk to 'em
It was all a dream
fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked
I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set
Most of them OG's get out
the courts'll burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key
But my word is bond, that's the code of the street
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling
Discuss these fed Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In