FBI lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung (feat. Tall Cann G & Gsmooth)

I just cut another body up

And I had to get it out

So, I cook it up and I ate it up

And then I shit it out

Black bag full of bones

I'm gonna glad when I get ten thousand

Put that bag in the back of the couch

And jump inside of the shower for an hour

Then hop in and ride back to the south

See, I figured my niggas love me

But I'm gonna get them to hide me out

Shit, I'm gonna live inside that house

Then when the shit clear up

I clear out

Jump in the river

I'm the king of Sacramento

Numbers don't lie

Please put that in yo mental

Jeans up, hoes down

And I got blood all over my clothes now

Twenty-four people saw me

Twenty-four more get chopped to raw meat

Aw, wow

Cops about to come with that forensics

Meta-examiners can't figure me out

They think I just been sick

(Grr) Swallowin' Prozak you know that

Leaving niggas stuffed like

Leavin' niggas dead with toe-tags

They call 'em the FBI, but that mean "First Body Identified"

(FBI) Choppin them bodies up

(FBI) F..B

(FBI) Choppin they mommy up, F...B

(FBI) Choppin them bodies up

(FBI) F..B

(FBI) Choppin they mommy up, F...B

(FBI) Choppin them bodies up

(FBI) F..B

(FBI) Choppin they mommy up, F...B

You wanna keep your head on your shoulders?