The Dayton Family originally formed in the early 1990's. The group consisted of Bootleg ( Ira Dorsey ), Shoestring ( Raheen Peterson ), and Backstabber ( Matt Hinkle ). They decided to name the group after one of Flint's most infamous hustling streets, none other than Dayton Avenue. Immediately after the group's formation they began writing rhymes together, resulting in their first song "Dope Dayton Ave". They teamed up with local producer Steve Pitts and recorded their first full album "What's On My Mind?". It was released locally in 1993, and then again nationally on April 27, 1995. Soon after, they also contributed the song "Stick N' Move", to No Limit's "Down South Hustlers" compilation album, which helped them to gain fans in the American south.
After much touring and word of mouth promotion, TDF had begun to develop quite a reputation in the hardcore "gangsta rap" underground scene, mainly across the MidWest and South. They then entered the studio to create their second album, "F.B.I." (Fuck Being Indicted). The group was now a duo consisting of Bootleg and Shoestring since Backstabber had been arrested on drug charges and sentenced to a ten year prison term between "What's on My Mind?" and "F.B.I.". The album was released on September 24, 1996. It soon went gold and managed to make it's way into the billboard R&B/rap top ten chart in late 1996. But unfortunately, just as the Dayton Family were on their way to mass recognition in the hardcore rap underground, the law intervened. But if this wan't enough hard luck, Bootleg was indicted soon after the release of F.B.I.
All through the remainder of the 90's the group's members, (especially Bootleg) dealt with legal issues and jail time. Amidst this, Bootleg still managed to release his first solo album: "Death Before Dishonor" on March 23, 1999. Shoestring also released his first solo album, "Representin' Til' the World Ends" this same year. Then in 2001 Bootleg and Shoestring both released their second solo albums "Hated By Many, Loved By Few" (Bootleg) and "Cross Addicted" (Shoestring), also Bootleg's brother Ghetto E released his first solo album "Ghetto Theater" in this same year.
Finally, in 2002 the group released their first LP in five years: "Welcome to the Dopehouse", with the addition of Ghetto E as the third member. The group then waited until July 26, 2005 to release their fourth LP "Family Feud" once again as the duo of Bootleg and Shoestring. The album was well received by fans and featured appearances from Capone, Cormega and Kurupt. Bootleg then proceeded to release his third solo album "The Product" on October 25, 2005. TDF recently released a 9 track EP entitled "Back on Dayton Ave." in April 2006, featuring long time staple of the "Flint Town" rap scene and collaborator, Jake the Flake as the group's third member. The Dayton Family is now signed to U Be U Records based in Saginaw, Michigan.
FBI
Dayton Family Lyrics
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Motherfuck the education and drug rehabilitation
I'm smokin' on that weed and the green is gettin' tasty
Dead feds in my closet 'cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th, I bust open my mommas car
Pussy hole was addicted to drinking, now I'm addicted to crack rock
So motherfuck you bitches and you snitches tryin' to do me in
Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvian
That thinkin' got you noid, got me reachin for my .44
Creepin' up out my window pane, I smell cops
A honkey's on the block, drop to my knee, I took a shot
I seen him drop, one time this ain't the place for that
Since he's a fed, I took off his face for that
That shit that he tried to pull
And you know he couldn't get away with this
Bitch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this
Fuck being indicted, don't you try it that's the fuckin' story
Cops roll to the cemetery, all snitches in my laboratory
I'm fittin' to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boom
This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking tech
Rat tat to the tat tat, I'mma take him out of his memory
For ridin' my nuts and tryin' to stick me with delivery
Loose lips sink ships, so this is do or die
This is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I.
Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are clean
You took a father from their family, motherfuck their dreams
Is what you said, so motherfucking bitch ass fed
I want you dead, I'mma to pump your ass full of lead
Let's make a deal, this shit is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go then we can let you live
You made that switch and now it's time to kill you bitch
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch
Drug dealers and fed killers, let's get united
Boom holes on them hoes, green, fuck being indicted
F.B.I., F.B.I., F.B.I.
F.B.I., you know that
F.B.I., F.B.I., F.B.I.
F.B.I., you know that
Motherfuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm prepared to die
All them greens back on my dick, 'cause I won't slang his drug supply
Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come with dude
Bitches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch
'Cause that bitch you got smoke rocks and so that mean her word ain't shit
If I get some prison time, give me mine, 'cause I ain't fake
Since my click don't snitch When I get out all my connections straight
The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
'Fore my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me
Bitch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin' I ain't in that mood
Bring in the indictment papers, eatin' all of my grandmother's food
Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree
Send me to penetentiary, come out that bitch a straight up G
Never been a busta, always been a hustla sellin' yea
Came up bustin' caps so we could deal this dime out where I stay
Out to make my pay and sellin' yea's the only way I know
Fiends around the block soon as I open up my rock house door
Gotta make some more, I'm droppin eighthies on that digital scale
More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sells
Motherfuckin bitch, I want a key, give me that uncut raw
Shit'll numb your jaw, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw
Your momma eyes are big again, everytime she smokes she plots
Since I wouldn't give her no rock she sending the federal government in my spot
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so I can fight it
Free again to sell dope, bitch fuck being indicted
F.B.I., F.B.I., F.B.I.
F.B.I., you know that
F.B.I., F.B.I., F.B.I.
F.B.I., you know that
The lyrics of Dayton Family's "FBI" describe the life of a drug dealer who has become paranoid due to being pursued by the FBI. The opening lines of the song reveal that the singer is consumed by his problems and prefers to smoke weed than seek traditional methods of rehabilitation. The song goes on to describe how the FBI's pursuit intensifies their paranoia and fear, leading them to take extreme measures to protect themselves, such as keeping dead FBI agents in their closet. The lyrics also showcase the belief that law enforcement was out to get them, with one verse including a reference to a federal agent of Peruvian descent trying to buy drugs from them while in disguise.
The lyrics of "FBI" give insight into the dangerous life of a drug dealer, and the paranoia and fear that come with it. The lyrics of the song are explicit, and the use of profanity and violent images only serve to emphasize the dangerous setting the singer finds themselves in. Overall, the song highlights the tense relationship between drug dealers and law enforcement, and the impacts such a relationship has on those involved.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm wakin' up in the mornin', with problems on my mind
Starting the day with burdens and worries on the mind.
Motherfuck the education and drug rehabilitation
Disregard for the traditional solutions to drug abuse and addiction.
I'm smokin' on that weed and the green is gettin' tasty
Enjoying the effects of smoking marijuana.
Dead feds in my closet 'cause they tried to chase me
Killing undercover police officers who attempted to capture the artist.
November the 29th, I bust open my mommas car
Committing a crime by breaking into the artist's mother's car.
Pussy hole was addicted to drinking, now I'm addicted to crack rock
Choosing to turn to drug addiction even though it was due to witnessing someone else's addiction.
So motherfuck you bitches and you snitches tryin' to do me in
Expressing anger toward those who betray or attempt to capture the singer.
Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvian
Undercover police officers attempting to purchase drugs from the artist.
Knockin at my fuckin' door, duckin' and dodgin' on that floor
Evading the police and hiding from them at home.
That thinkin' got you noid, got me reachin for my .44
Paranoia influencing the artist to reach for a firearm.
Creepin' up out my window pane, I smell cops
Detecting the presence of police through scent.
A honkey's on the block, drop to my knee, I took a shot
Shooting at an undercover officer who was observing the drug trade.
I seen him drop, one time this ain't the place for that
Witnessing the officer being hit by the shot and realizing the situation's gravity.
Since he's a fed, I took off his face for that
Removing the undercover police officer's face to prevent identification.
That shit that he tried to pull / And you know he couldn't get away with this
The undercover officer failed to capture or convict the singer.
Bitch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this
The artist is highly volatile and even dangerous.
Fuck being indicted, don't you try it that's the fuckin' story
Refusing to be charged or trialed for the crimes committed.
Cops roll to the cemetery, all snitches in my laboratory
The police discovering the bodies of infiltrators.
I'm fittin' to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
Preparing illegal drugs to be sold to users.
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boom
Announcing the presence of illegal drugs on the street for sale.
This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet
The artist describes a sense of ownership and control over a territory, warning others to leave or be harmed.
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking tech
An undercover officer is injured by a firearm.
Rat tat to the tat tat, I'mma take him out of his memory
Shooting the unconscious officer to ensure they won't remember the singer's identity.
For ridin' my nuts and tryin' to stick me with delivery
The officer was encroaching on the artist's business and trying to incriminate him.
Loose lips sink ships, so this is do or die / This is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I.
The singer is sending a clear message to the FBI to stay out of their drug trafficking business.
Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are clean / You took a father from their family, motherfuck their dreams
Taking revenge on infiltrators for causing harm to the singer's community.
Is what you said, so motherfucking bitch ass fed / I want you dead, I'mma to pump your ass full of lead
Threatening the life of an undercover officer who caused harm to the singer or his family.
Let's make a deal, this shit is real, ill / I pack my steel, you let him go then we can let you live
The artist is offering to spare the lives of undercover officers for the life of another.
You made that switch and now it's time to kill you bitch / Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch
Fulfilling retaliatory violence against undercover officers who betrayed them.
Drug dealers and fed killers, let's get united / Boom holes on them hoes, green, fuck being indicted
Expressing a desire to unify drug dealers and betray undercover officers by any means necessary.
F.B.I., F.B.I., F.B.I.
Tirelessly repeating the agency name in contempt.
Motherfuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm prepared to die
Expressing a disregard for authority and a willingness to risk life for criminal activity.
All them greens back on my dick, 'cause I won't slang his drug supply
The power dynamic in drug trafficking and loyalty to the artist.
Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too / Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come with dude
Dismissing the legal consequences of the artist's actions and mocking law enforcement for their inability to stop drug trafficking.
Bitches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch / 'Cause that bitch you got smoke rocks and so that mean her word ain't shit
Threatening informants who are addicted to drugs and can't be trusted.
If I get some prison time, give me mine, 'cause I ain't fake / Since my click don't snitch When I get out all my connections straight
The artist is asking their associates to act with loyalty and integrity in the artist's absence.
The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree / 'Fore my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me
The media's misrepresentation of the singer's actions and intentions.
Bitch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again / Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
An acquaintance is leaving and the police want to arrest someone related to the singer's family.
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin' I ain't in that mood / Bring in the indictment papers, eatin' all of my grandmother's food
Refusing to cooperate and ridiculing the notion that they share a kinship with a snitch.
Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree / Send me to penetentiary, come out that bitch a straight up G
Defiance and disrespect toward the authorities, painting incarceration as an opportunity to show strength and jailhouse acumen.
Never been a busta, always been a hustla sellin' yea / Came up bustin' caps so we could deal this dime out where I stay
The artist identifies with drug dealing as a legitimate means to make money and justify violence.
Out to make my pay and sellin' yea's the only way I know / Fiends around the block soon as I open up my rock house door
The singer relies on drug trafficking as their only means of income and is accustomed to having customers.
Gotta make some more, I'm droppin eighthies on that digital scale / More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sells
Producing and selling an excess of drugs, and comparing drug trafficking to a successful fast food chain operation.
Motherfuckin bitch, I want a key, give me that uncut raw / Shit'll numb your jaw, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw
Demanding a large quantity of high-quality drugs for sale.
Your momma eyes are big again, everytime she smokes she plots / Since I wouldn't give her no rock she sending the federal government in my spot
The artist's acquaintances become increasingly desperate for drugs and cause them trouble with the authorities when they refuse to supply them.
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so I can fight it / Free again to sell dope, bitch fuck being indicted
Showing an eagerness to evade the law and sell drugs, regardless of the charges or penalties they may face.
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Written by: BENNY LATIMORE, IRA DORSEY, RAHEEM PATTERSON, STEVE PITTS
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@sistertomikax7219
29 years later and still going hard 🔥 and relevant to this day!
Salute 🫡 to the OGS’
@BlackSpineRecords
The beat, the flow, the hook... it’s all perfect! Still bumping 2020
@larrygreenjr8166
22
@mattdreyer9086
Let's face it old school rap is like the dream team
And today's rap is like the special Olympics
@waynemurphy9973
Can not disagree! Even if I wanted to the Daytons would kick my door in, sell my Momma crack, and eat all my sandwiches.
@P1MPZ1LLA
@Wayne Murphy hahahahahaha
@MrFunnyHandsInYourPants
@@waynemurphy9973only if the sandwiches are bologna with peanut butter and cut into triangles with the crust removed. Also chocolate milk with a bendy straw
@radi2986
Social media ruined a lot of it
@D2theGRecords
This whole album was dope and still is!
@timothy8766
D2theGRecords one of the greatest albums of all time.