Ice-T - Feds in My Rearview Lyrics

Intro:
Yeah
F*ck the Feds!

Verse 1:
Eight hundred gees cash on the bedspread
F*cking plugged one left now a feds dead
Dirty business on the low with cartel locos
On a yacht floating off the coast of Acapulco
Senoritas on the deck with their ass out
Hoes will always be around when you cash out
The black mask boys bullies with the fullies hit another lick
Cash bundles and a hundred bricks
Everybody's f*cking dirty in the gutter brother
Double cross ya, triple cross you
They'll set up their mother
Next stop recop down to Sinaloa
Dirt-cheap but you got to get it across the border
Cops banging for their take cause they live too
Paying double let them cocksuckers drive it through
Back in Cali trap house with a view
Eleven million dollar beach house up in Malibu

Hook:
The hustle don't stop unload re-cock
More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops
More bitches, more cash, f*ck you
Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview
The hustle don't stop unload re-cock
More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops
More bitches, more cash, f*ck you
Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview

Verse 2:
Got a call my man died thought somebody shot him
Turns my nigga de'd off fenton all in oxycotin
Hundred backs got the pressure from one hundred racks
DHL to ATL got two hundred back
My old partner used to be the motherf*cking dude
Feds served him when he started moving dog food
Private flight to Vegas, about ten deep
My shit don't stink, bitches in designer mink
Everywhere we move that's where the party go
Presidential suite up at the Bellagio
Hit the tables' 1am let some cash blow
Win or lose, monies clean and we out the door
Couldn't club dress codes said no strap or vest
F*ck the club, all the hoes on crystal meth
Another phone call move ten thousand tabs of ex
Another hour and my bitch is coming out that dress.

Hook:
The hustle don't stop unload re-cock
More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops
More bitches, more cash, f*ck you
Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview
The hustle don't stop unload re-cock
More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops
More bitches, more cash, f*ck you
Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview

Verse 3:
Helicoptered off the roof to the Gulf Stream
Met some players in Miami with the triple beam
Said they got the white wall straight from Bogota
Niggas had the illest Buggati that I ever saw
Insane crazy crib out on Key Biscayne
Hard body pulled up to it on a seaplane
Cowboys, bad news, plenty of jewels
Speedboat, bad bitches, infinity pools
Had my nigga Feddie with me he draped in Versace
From the jets, gangbanger with a gang of bodies
A mil cash in his Gucci like the shit was legal
Twelve-inch suppressors screwed onto his desert eagle
Met a chica at the crib, a f*cking narco queen
Her uncles were the biggest bosses out of Medellin
You could feel the bitch was cold, shit was nothing soft
F*ck around with her and get your f*cking dick cut off
Me and Feddie hit the jet back to Cali
Private so fat could've had a bowling alley
Wheels touchdown smooth on the tarmac
G650 to the Maybach
I got least half a mil tied in legal fees
Another half, bailing out my little g's
DEA is on my bumper I could feel the squeeze
Til they kill me I'm a psychopath about this cheese.

Hook:
The hustle don't stop unload re-cock
More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops
More bitches, more cash, f*ck you
Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview
The hustle don't stop unload re-cock
More cars, more jewels f*ck it if a body drops
More bitches, more cash, f*ck you
Mother f*ck got them feds in my rearview