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Neva Talk 2 Feds Lyrics by Buck 20 Brick Boyz

2010

[Chorus: Choppa Da Goon]
I put that on my dead niggas, I swear on my mama head
Tell the judge to eat a D and I'll never talk to feds
I put that on my dead niggas, I swear on my mama head
Tell the judge to eat a D and I'll never talk to feds
I'll never talk to feds, I'll never talk to feds
I put that on my dead niggas, I'll never talk to feds
I'll never talk to feds, I'll never talk to feds
I put that on my dead niggas, I'll never talk to feds (Choppa, Choppa, Choppa Da Goon)
[Verse 1: Choppa Da Goon]
I put that on my dead niggas (Bitch), I ain't snitchin' (Nope)
I don't know who was shootin' (Nope), I don't know who the victim (Nah)
I don't know who was with him (Fuck 'em), nah, I can't be no witness (Oh, no)
And nah, I ain't got no opinion, and no, I don't know what was fiction
All I know was he was tryna be like Choppa, tryna go hard (Choppa)
So I had to send a couple goons to pull his ho card (Bah)
Damn, Choppa gettin' money and he won't stop (Unh-uh)
Buck 20 Brick Boyz, bitch (Bitch), we on top (Yeah)
Uh, and you know we gettin' dough, ho (We gettin' dough, ho)
Fuckin' with the feds, that's a Welch World no-no (Welch World no-no)
Chopper knock a nigga up and down like a yo-yo
If snitches stopped snitchin', then the world will never go broke, yeah
[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
I put that on my dead niggas, I swear on my mama head
Tell the judge to eat a D and I'll never talk to feds
I put that on my dead niggas, I swear on my mama head
Tell the judge to eat a D and I'll never talk to feds
I'll never talk to feds, I'll never talk to feds
I put that on my dead niggas, I'll never talk to feds
I'll never talk to feds, I'll never talk to feds
I put that on my dead niggas, I'll never talk to feds (Billionaire, Billionaire, Billionaire)
[Verse 2: Billionaire Black]
I put that on my dead niggas that we gettin' bread, nigga
Call my shooter up, that's your head, nigga (Argh)
Money to be made, guess I'm gon' make it (Racks)
I'm steady paper chasin', I ain't got no patience
See, I really live this, y'all pussy niggas fakin'
Left his body in the basement of a house that was vacant (Ow)
Yeah, never by myself, I had to bring the strap along
Can't talk to me 'cause the feds tryna tap my phone
Uh, and my partners get dough, though (That's cash)
You better think twice, run up on me, that's a no-no (Your ass)
I don't touch the white, bitch, all I do is blow dro (Loud)
Every day's a photo shoot, the feds takin' photos (Hey)
[Chorus: F.Dot]
I put that on my dead niggas, I swear on my mama head
Tell the judge to eat a D and I'll never talk to feds
I put that on my dead niggas, I swear on my mama head
Tell the judge to eat a D and I'll never talk to feds
I'll never talk to feds, I'll never talk to feds (Man, I put that on my dead niggas, on my mama head, I ain't talkin' to the feds, man)
I put that on my dead niggas, I'll never talk to feds (Middle fingers to the judge, tell him eat a dick, you hear me?)
I'll never talk to feds, I'll never talk to feds (Dot, Dot)
I put that on my dead niggas, I'll never talk to feds (Dot, Dot)
[Verse 3: F.Dot]
Pockets full of dead people, yeah, I got that John Doe
Put that on them deads, them feds won't get a convo
I ain't a rat, roger that? [?] ten-four
I ain't got no info, who got hit with that [?], shit
I feel sorry for the boy, I really hope he make it
But for that dough, they leave niggas tied up in basements (Damn)
No traces, phone taps, open cases
Clique full of home invaders with the poker faces
Don't bring 'em 'round me if you think they got them wires on
Middle finger to the judge, tell him send them guys home
I put the banger to my head, then pull the trigger
'Fore I talk to them feds, put that on my dead niggas, ayy
[Chorus]
I put that on my dead niggas, I swear on my mama head
Tell the judge to eat a D and I'll never talk to feds
I put that on my dead niggas, I swear on my mama head
Tell the judge to eat a D and I'll never talk to feds
I'll never talk to feds, I'll never talk to feds
I put that on my dead niggas, I'll never talk to feds
I'll never talk to feds, I'll never talk to feds
I put that on my dead niggas, I'll never talk to feds

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