• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Never Over - Fed-x
• Retro Mob - Fed-x
• Switch It Up - Fed-x
• Custom - Fed-x
• Beef - Fed-x
• Dopegame - Fed-x
• Bossman - Fed-x
• Murder - Fed-x
• Places - Fed-x
• Fedy Cheese - Fed-x
• Fed-x - Fed-x

[Verse 1: Ampachino]
Yo the club packed what it do what it do
You could go in the parking lot pimp do what ya do
Sippin' on bottles of blue and bottles of gold
Blowin' purp in the V.I. wid some modelling hoes
Yo when the drinks come make sure the bottles is cold
Follow my lead mammy talkin' bout swallowin' me
I got my gun in the club but I'm ready to fight
And my watch and my chain look just like a strobe light
So Fed said he got four hoes that's gon' dyke
I got four to match it's gon' be a long night
We ballin' cuzzin' it look like I pitch for the White Sox
Put my chain in her Remy she wanted it on the rocks
She, wanted to dance she felt the gun in my pants
I'm holdin' her hands hold on ma' I ain't yo man
By the 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 god I'm so high let's fly away on a G-4
It's fifty states I'm place to placee they want more
And praise the Lord they wanna bow to the king
I'm your honor the new dude mister Forbes magazine and still,
Debiassi when I answer my cell phone corporate
Big business skyscraper stackin' large paper
Gotta get 'em we gotta get 'em we get them what
The ninety-one H-K'll make yo hood duck
I floss wid dimes you move wid a hood slut
My whips custom you waitin' on ya good luck
Yeh, it's real
[HOOK]
[Verse 3: Fed-X]
Come on, you know I'm just that dude
And I'm just so cool plus my mouth so rude
It's the don they say I'm godzilla and king kong
Gorilla wid a fifty cal in Cali they love me
Sewers or the streets you know the hoods they dug me
I put it in the air and now ya girl wanna trust me
She rub me they wanna kiss on the god body
Ya whores wanna rape this, prince in a spaceship
So taste this white stuff on ya facelift
The groupies wanna take over huggin' on a god's poster
I push off in a concept these bitches wet
The world is mine my watch is full of begets
The chain hang to my designers ya honors my name
Like half a mil I'm in the bizness not in the game

[Husalah: talking]
I'm in the studio let me do this song
I'ma call ya right back please
You feel me? Bitch!, nigga
Retro mob nigga,(uh uh uh uh)
Nigga we rich bitch
[Verse 1: Husalah]
Niggas on that new shit, but I'm a mobsta
A seven three Caprice big blocker, drop topper
Seven chicks too poppa, (poppa)
Comin' round the corna wid a long ass choppah
Yeh, nigga it's Husalah
I get money in the kitchen on suckas
Burn rubber on a bitch don't love her
Only thing I love is when it's time for the smother, bitch
I make music for the psychos skitzos
Thirty-six shots out the chop betta get low
Bitch ass niggas sayin' this sayin' that
But when the funk is on niggas ka-ka, smack
The projects, cocaine and 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]
Project gutta or the block still grindin'
Knot for knot, I hear the police sirens
Automatics startin' to click start kickin'
Guerillas in the trunk, listen to the system
Listen to the system, listen to the system
Listen to the system, listen to the system
Project gutta or the block still grindin'
Knot for knot, I hear the police sirens
Automatics startin' to click start kickin'
Guerillas in the trunk, listen to the system
[Verse 2: Fed-X]
Mobbin', back to back
Two guns on my hip so I'm strap for strap
Got a half kick of soft so I'm crackin' that
Real quick on the draw get ya blapped in ya wave cap
Niggas know the business so they stay back
And if we want it then the jacka take that
It's GT steering on mine
Swingin' in the middle of the street man this is a crime
Windows rolled up still steamin' the Bob
And all you broke ass niggas get a job
I can help you out come and work for the mob
Buy you a house a car and then ball
Huddle up ya team and tell 'em we want it all
We need it all, we get it all, we want it all

[HOOK: sample]
"I would say I've still got a lon long way to go"
[Verse 1:]
Porsches Benzes trucks and Vipers
Lamborghini Gilardos, Hennies and Chryslers
All the different color gems to match the rims on ya Spider
Indianapolis throwback, Johnny Unidas
Stash box to hide it, James Bond compartments
I be out on the stage the way i'm walkin' on carpets
Another dead man, talkin' so listen to the scriptures
It's the god fifty globetrotter, paintin' ya a picture
So switch it up they makin' bigger watches, VBS diamonds
I'm a sponsor here's a chain I'm wantin' you to shine
Vegas nights Vegas lights so they know you time
A crap table and a vacation offa heavy grindin'
My prostitutes cop the work and so you know I'm jivin'
I switched it up at Yuk party off on Rapper's Island
It's a yellow brick road, these yellow diamonds got me cold
I'm throwin' money on the flo'I'm still green mile
[HOOK:]
"I would say I've still got a lon long way to go"
"I would say I've still got a lon long way to go"
"Switch it up",
"Switch it up, ohhhhh"
[Verse 2:]
Money talks and now I'm talkin' to him you know what he told me
Alotta people don't respect him they blow him and burn him
Lightin' cigars wid big faces livin' life like they earned him
They murder for him even spent him on the turnies
So switch it up I had to break them niggas
I heard they move without God I call it atheism
I'm married to the Mob Figaz I put my guys on they click
I'm at the bar wid six chicks, six clips six six
Four door sedan it's real swift around crips
So switch it up the thirty's empty so now the fifty's extended
For my hood you know I mean it I was heavenly sent
The ghetto bird is still looking tryna find out who did it
Body the witness who watchin' me handle business
Usual suspect but I'm in Jamaica chillin' I switched it up
[HOOK:]
"I would say I've still got a lon long way to go"
[Verse 3:]
I done been around a while and got a lot to say
Alotta bitches intimidated cause I ice-capade
She say the sun's in the buildin' she had to put on her shades
I got a gun in the buildin' they betta watch how they play
She callin' me her best friend and say she miss them days
Flights to Boston and we ain't hoppin' on planes
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 me the dopeman
I can't wait til the boat float in
Cause this is, big business and this some sick shit
Fully auto knock 'em off and then hit the throttle
He thinks his wife's a model but she got dick to swallow
The fifty in his mouth I'ma let you suck the rollo
I call it super head I leave you super dead
I switched it up I guess I'm loyal to illegal biz
[HOOK:]
"I would say I've still got a lon long way to go"
"I would say I've still got a lon long way to go"
"Switch it up",

[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 a Benz whip S-Class sports car
Hard top drop automatic road bar
Like a Continental R I'm rare
They call me another country so come catch me there
I'm international London and Spain
Jamaica, to the Philippines luxury planes
Did some time in Panama learned the laundering game
Plus my lawyer got an Einstein brain
Bubbled up on the stocks got it locked in the Ukraine for real
What would it take for Fifty to make a mil?
Not much, Fed Fifty States Warbucks
Debiassi if you know me the million dollar man
With the million dollar plan I got my gun in hand
I'm on the, run for real but my dogs don't squeal
It's the Mob
[HOOK:]
Sorry I'm mad at you
You can come and walk in my shoes, in my shoes
That's what I had to do
Now everybody's singin' the blues, the blues
[Verse 2: Jacka & Rydah]
Smoke a lotta weed hardly ever get upset
You's a fly motherfucka if you got this in the deck
Baby all up on me slidin' slidin' up my neck
Ended up gettin' sucked started of wid a peck
Started off with the Burberry check on the Air Force
Who care's if ya head's hard, just gimme some neck
Gettin' way higher than you suckas expect
We the fuckin' Mob Figaz wid them treal ass reps boy
[Rydah J. Klyde:]
And all we want is our issue, don't make us have to pull out pistols
He's tryna be good he's in the hood wid no lights on
Now I pick the size of my chrome I hope these bitches fit on
You know niggas ain't neh' had nuttin' ain't know how to act
I swing eights wid no Ls and all my shit don't rack
Got the latest gats Air Force Ones wid the gator strap
danglin off the back and niggas hate us for that
And I love it, shit we need worldwide coverage
Swisher Sweet smokers Philly smokers Backwood, Dutches
Eastcoast Mid-West DownSouth hustlers
Mob Figaz baby we don't fuck wid suckas
Nigga have you ever grind can you roll wid the punches
If ya, dyin' to shine you'll be dead in some months if
I gotta put you on uhuhuhuh on and
Nigga where was you when I was hustlin' in the stormin'

[Verse 1:]
Welcome to Richmond I'm city slickin' they couldn't picture me rollin'
I'm big whippin' from penny pinchin' so many strikes I'm bowlin'
Hear me sedanin' through the streets the ghetto birds patrollin'
They got the spotlight on me like I'm stage performin'
I'm wid my cop right homie, and countin' money gets borin'
Alotta gunplay, I'm still out here drug warrin'
I pull, up to valet this is a westside story
I get you clapped now tonight, or maybe in the mornin'
This is real beef
[HOOK:]
I hear you want me up in these 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 you want, me
We got some beef you want me-e-eee
You want me we got beef
You want me, we got, beeeefff
[Verse 2:]
Fresh off stage, and now I'm back where I belong
In the hood the gutter the projects we get it on
West coast stamp on a package of raw
and this Mac won't jam so I'm clappin' you all
Brake light ya best man and leave him dead on the floor
Wack you and ya old lady I'm never leavin' a flaw
Cause this is mob life, nigga welcome aboard
I got guns in every car in my door, wid a thirty clip
Send him some slick shit go ahead and let him hit the fence
I'll have his momma pinched, three in the back
And had to clean the chopper up in the thrash wid the bastards
This is sex money and murder
Haven't you ever heard of a killer

[Verse 1:]
I'm outta this world here comes the future I send my goons to shoot ya
While I'm two seatin' Porsche coupin' still ballin' like I'm loopin'
The traveller the globe trotter there goes ya girl I got here
She want me to swing down and let here ride but I told her I'll holla
She put the cash in my passenger seat, I had the bank in
Ten thousand, nothin' but Ben Franklins
I'm still browsin' big rims through the ghetto housin'
I'm givin' money to the kids and call it hood allowance
And I don't feel right unless I'm countin'
Big face green paper while ya cheques is bouncin'
And these kicks ain't right unless they thirty-two ounces
The people callin' me the king they all beggin' to crown him
I'm on the run gettin' chased by the bounty they all tryna surround me
But I escaped and shaked a case in they county
Plus my enemies was tryna down me, it was a wild night
I had to paint 'em the same color as my brake lights
[HOOK:]
We love countin' money we earn
We got money to burn
The gun'll leave you in the dirt wid the worms
Now ya carried by six and ya 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 States was an amazin' kid
Had sex in the red Lex blowin' my wig
I'm at the light, rims shine bright so they bite
It's buck fifty I hold the key to ya city
Ya mayor's paid off and ya block is mine
Ya coke won't move cause ya work's paralyzed
Stepped on to many times and ya coppin' it skyhigh
I'm flossin', ya chick need to tick wid me
Sent a message to the bar she wanna sex wid me
But it ain't my fault ya goodies I bagged 'em
I move swift on a bad bitch I'm more like a magnet
I pimped 'em, put 'em on the track and all
Internet escort dog I cyber ball
It's Fed-X Fifty States and you can get it for sure
In the pen or even clapped in court motherfucka
[HOOK x2]
[Verse 3:]
In eighty-five all I remember was cash and cars
They used to call my pops Chief and my unc's was a star
A little kid my age said he needed a job
So I put him on the roof and told him look for the cops
Richmond Steelers, this is the blues my god
Killers born everyday alotta soldiers done died
They used to get they shoe shined by grey head old time
Who used to talk about the streets but never fucked wid the crime
Yeh they cameras on me the pictures they takin' 'um
The first time I shipped a kick I had funny feelin'
They watchin', I check my watch so I could clock 'em
I'm movin' fast paced but I be damned if I catch a case
So many races out there workin' for me
This is business on top of business in my hood I'm known as Lil D
I got them pretty feet under the couper
Still movin' through the streets tryna fill my looter

[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 my heart stop)
(and any nigga step in my way in this game)
(I'ma stomp him til his heart stop)
Guess who the dude the girls love him
Fed-X Fifty States I'm so custom
I'm like I'm made by, buck skin leather
You couldn't fuck with me if we was runnin' trains together
(The car zip the streets is locked ice I'm flossin')
(Twenties spin stickin' out the side of the Aston)
We bossmen standin' by cars when the rims still spin
When we stop motherfuckas still grin cause we stars
(In the spot but I stay on the back)
(DEA's hot and way into crack)
(They pop up my spot'll spray in the back)
(Wid my nigga Fifty States)
H-twos on magic johnson's pushin' fifty cakes
It's the takeover Mob Figaz M.O.B.
Fifty States & Major Pain fly the cokes and weed
Hop, smack shit wid the potpourri
I pull down coppin' kicks and move the coca leaves
(Blow a brick, go wit ya wish)
(Shit I only copped the four dog go with the fifth)
(And you can catch me outta bounds wid all ya dough on my wrist)
(And everytime I see ya bitch yeh she blow me a kiss)
(And I ain't gon' fuck wid her less she blowin' some dick)
(I'm a gangsta, straight laced and never flips)
(Swang to the five hundred on twenties that's sittin' stunnit)
(Anything over a hunet muh'fucka run it)
I'm on the road handlin' business meet the crew at ten
Luxury Leer jets imagine the places I've been I push up
Sunset Ave. or one two fifth or was it
MLK or South Beach strip
doin' ninety down Canal the red lable I swerved in
Parked at Popeye's and bounced out on Bourbon or was it
One four five or Foothill Boogie
Any block that I'm on dog I'm totin' a fully
cause I be skippin' in my Guc' Force Ones Louis Adidas
In the same sweatsuit homes they just can't beat us
These are classic, takin' pictures posin' old school
Took the strings out his shoes girls say that he's so cool
A rude dude, California thumbs up,
Come here thinkin' surfboards and you'll get gun fucked
Plus my click roll fifty deep so call ya dunns up
And it cost money to war so get ya funds up dog, Fifty States nigga

[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 my waist
It's, Murder!
I come wid a goon squad mob that'll hit and pop
knock you off ya feet and outta ya socks
Ok It's, Murder!
Now tell me have you ever heard or seen
a nigga that get his back split and do some back flips
It's, Murder!
I come wid them two-two twenty-fives them thiry-two thirty eights
forty-four forty-fives and then them nines
[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
I'm a motherfuckin' mobsta, nigga I don't pop my collar
I'm in fatigues jumpin' outta trees like wild koalas
In a choppah, poppin' the pasta, movin' that rocka
Choppin' the block up in a topless Boxer boy
Heavy drama I'll machete ya momma
And when it's beef the K eat niggas like Jeffrey Dahmer
Hannibal Lector animal dismantle ya sector
After all hoe protectors pipes bust under pressure BITCH!
I'm on the block wid my CB scanner
If ya snitch ya get a one way trip to see D Banner
See me deep in Atlanta wid a sleazy bammer
Where Lil Flip and Banner still squeeze the hammer
When I air out the space it's hard to breathe like asthma
Head in the backseat DVDs and plasma
Man I ride spinners y'all ride on adapters
Man you know it's murder when I ride on a rapper
[HOOK]
[Verse 2: Fed-X]
Okay it's murder haven't you ever heard of the emperor
The beast the man in black is looking for the chief
If I'm a monster call NASA eat guns wid plasma
Tryna knock off the space dude turn me into space food
I pack a space guage that send you to the space age
Murder death kill a serial racker and steel
Black van no license plate,
Homicide on a white man God writes the fate
I pause and hit the gate I'm the guy to let him die
The knife to his throat it's called Colombian neck tie
We hold him hostage no wheelchairs baby
The Don the kidnapper and I make ya family pay me

[INTRO: Clip from a movie]
"Look around you, you see two cops, uhhhh"
"Couple of off-duty cops and a judge,"
"Now I wouldn't have a second's hesitation about blowin'
off your head right here right now in front of 'em"
"Now that's power you can't buy, that's the power of fear"
[Verse 1:]
Jolly Rancher's my favorite color look at my jewels
Fruit of the Looms in the my bracelet I'm worldwide touring
Alotta diamonds from different places, I'm international
The world trade I'm cuttin' ends on a jet plane
Frozen water in my chain come and ice skate
It's the god the commissioner of the ball game
Better yet I'm cyber ballin' off the internet
The super spender blowin' guaps at the Beverley Center
It's summertime but this ice got me feelin' winter
She's all emotional these bitches gettin' sentimental
I'm sunset two o'clock in the mornin'
Sports coupin' through the traffic it's a strike when I bowl it
I'm a rich nigga, Richmond Cali on my pendant
The south the north and central even hilltop's in it
Never the less I love to move classy, I love to stay jazzy
I just left the Caymans and I'm still acceptin' payments
I blew my firm on it out before the arrainment
Back to the streets my life I couldn't change it
New rims new car see I'm a hood star
Them grown mens is claustrophobic on a suicide
Diamonds cocas hoes and guns
I know the government is after me where should I run
It's a cold game, twenty birds in my cargo
Coachin' cars wid foreign hoes wid the Isotoner
[HOOK: sample]
Won-wonder, are you in control
There's a place, that we dare not go
There's a place, that we dare not go
[Verse 2:]
I'm vacationin' first class so you know I'm still jet planin'
She got my poster on the wall and she glass framed it
I'm a pimp and I'm lookin' for that fast payment
Every flip that you gotta show me is street famous
The first time I sit her down I was in Portland
I'm wid the blades and she thinkin' that I'm corporate
Number one stunna fled away took the coke wid it
Seattle to Vegas California on my license plate
I got a price to pay I'm feelin' kinda nice today
They cameras on me go ahead and let 'em flick away
I'm posin', rims not stolen,
gold Ds and jet skis on the trailers I'm totin' get a job
I'll be flying state to state feelin' higher than God
And alotta things could happen I live my life bizarre
Plus I got the antidote but this might make you alarm
I dust the dirt of my shoulders then traffic the raw
Still moving like a general wid bangers and pendletons
Three wheeling wid cowboy in a '64 living it
Poppin' stunnas wid my stunnas on,
Call me the stunna man,
I 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 International to ya country, I know
I probably shouldn'ta trust this hoe
Let's follow dope when I probably shoulda put it on a boat
It all started from the block I used to hustle twenty-four
But now I be in different states they say that I changed
Big rims on my car dog I'm still the same
And uh, I got a way that you can get you some pay
I can front it you can run it long as you stackin' ya hundreds
Cooking coke in the oven now ya hustlin' it was all comin'
You grew up on a hard far from a struggle
[OUTRO:]
There's a place, that we dare not go

[INTRO: sample]
"Look what they've done to my song ohh,"
"Look what they've done to my song..."
[Cash: talking]
Yeh, ya boy man fedy what's up?
Yeh, ha, stay feelin' the feelin'
Sit back and push off to this
[Verse 1: Cash]
My cody get the doughy we blaze it and then cough it
Waitin' but I basically Jake Plummer the offence
Like hold up wait I'm greater in the pockets now
Sendin' all my blessin' to ya section fore I lock ya down
My profit is crazy the error that I offset
Fucka we ain't talked yet until a nigga talkin' cheques
They call me Cash and I ain't never been a counterfeit
Seduce you wid the two shot semi a nigga bound to hit
I'm bound to twist up dummies and leave 'em mummy wrapped
Couple to ya importin' areas you ain't comin' back
A hundred stacks a month'll make you a millionaire
So twelve months and I bet you that I feel it playa
Don't play around wid my money I'll make a mess of ya
Separate ya body they'll be lookin' for the rest of ya
Believe what I tell ya my rap is true story
Like the seventeen glock ten and them two forties
[HOOK:]
It's the dopegame mob figaz
Both click mob niggas
Fedy want 'em hit so I'm gon' do the job nigga
Benz wagon bubble eyes I ain't like these other guys
Husalah fightin' cases but I'm still movin' pies
[x2]
[Verse 2: 100 Proof]
Man all I know is what I do all I do is what I know
Push drugs leave vitims bleedin'
I'm strong but sometimes I feel that shit be eatin',
Me alive through my heartless body,
My niggas ride like Marcus Garvey
Dealin' wid carbon copies of myself
Thinkin' they walkin' in my shoes but they're beyond themself
Hundred Proof's on some other shit can't explain in one verse
The man I became it won't burst
But basically I'm nothin' like you suckas
You niggas is all alike I saw the light wid righteous brothers
Now I can tell the difference quick
Wanna check up on my niggas when they wrapped up in some shit
Stupid at that, yo I didn't know money was doin' like that
Now I'm here, but don't nobody wanna believe that
Hundred's increasin' fuck is the secret
Y'all ain't had it all on no G shit
Swallow that weak shit cause everything y'all follow 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, hustler hustler
Fifty States mister corporate in a Phantom wid a chaffeur
They try the dope-uh, the coke they smoked up
The god's in the buildin' if I move they fold up
I'm in a custom, Bentley so fuck 'em
The lord done pushed off in whips V-dozen
Can you trust him?,
Debiassi in jet planes money in the bank baby
Coke in duct tape we flip we holdin' weight baby
It's the king of the mob big cigars
Fifty cals on the hip of my goons we move hard, we move hard
Vests on the chests of dudes that spit bars at ya fitteds for real
You know ya soul's in the hand of the boy baby
I'm on a yacth wid a glass in the air and ya lady
[HOOK x2]
[OUTRO: sample]
"Look what they've done to my song ohh,"

[The Jacka:]
13th and main nestram village.
Got beef with a nigga don't speak just kill him.
Got G's in my ceiling incase I need a lawyer nigga to get me through the storm I made it through on my own. I'm feelin without trees I be illin is what my nigga say.
How could I keep the kush away?
It's the best shit on the planet.
Cultivate the seeds before I plant it.
I'm cultured by the G's who understand it.
Most can't understand me; my conversation needs overstanding.
I know sometimes I seem too demanding
Moms raised a killer up
Coulda been a scholar, but college wasn't in my blood so I'm mobbin with the thugs.
In and out the fucken joint gotta find another joint. Soon as I touch down the boys
Raided the spot. Shit is fucked now. Get a job? I don't know 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]
I tried to help ya with the business so we all blow up.
I tried to help you with the money I do it all for us.
See I was right there by your side while we was livin' it up
Hustlin hard blowin birds buying anything we wanted.
[Fed X:]
I tried to help him I will shoot him for him he's like my family
But helpin niggas across you get you caught up in the wammy.
Now the guns is pointed at me I was surprised as fuck, but
Them soldiers that he's trustin is under my umbrella
I once was a drug dealer, but I moved on up I put the niggas in the game
Showed them the walk and the talk and how to make the money rain
I was givin em raw I flew birds in the rain just to get that gwap and
Now them shootin me is like you shootin your mama your whole house into drama
You couldn't believe it. You tried to switch it up, but you couldn't achieve it.
Get you buried in the dirt for bitin the hands that feeds you and I was tryin
To help, but you wanted my wealth. I even bailed you outta jail and it's so hard
To tell, but some niggas be snakes they wanna put you in the grave.
Six feet deep tryin to bury your name.
[Chorus: Fed X]
I tried to help ya with the business so we can all blow up.
I tried to help you with the money I do it all for us.
See I was right there by your side when we was livin' it up