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 Dishonesty" 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.
On July 14th, 2010 it was announced on the official website of the Insane Clown Posse and through all Psychopathic Records outlets that The Dayton Family had been signed to their sub-label, Hatchet House.
FBI
The 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 Dayton Family's song FBI is a raw and gritty portrayal of life on the streets, filled with drugs, violence, and constant police surveillance. The lyrics start with the singer waking up in the morning with problems on their mind, expressing their disdain for education and drug rehabilitation. The song continues to detail encounters with the police, including them finding dead feds in their closet because they tried to chase them, and knocking on their door which leads to the singer ducking and dodging on the floor. The chorus repeats the line "Motherfuck the FBI," indicating a deep distrust and resentment toward law enforcement.
The song also references drug use extensively, such as smoking weed and being addicted to crack rock. There are also allusions to the drug trade, with the singer dealing cocaine and selling it to fiends around their block. The lyrics mention "distribution of cocaine," implying that their activities may be linked to the War on Drugs and the intense policing of Black and Brown communities during that era.
Overall, The Dayton Family's FBI is a raw and unapologetic portrayal of life on the streets, filled with drugs, violence, and constant surveillance from law enforcement. The lyrics express a deep resentment towards the FBI and the police, who they see as a constant threat to their livelihood.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm wakin' up in the mornin', with problems on my mind
Starting the day with a lot of thoughts about stress and difficulties.
Motherfuck the education and drug rehabilitation
Disrespectful towards education and rehab for drug addiction.
I'm smokin' on that weed and the green is gettin' tasty
Enjoying smoking marijuana and finds the taste improving.
Dead feds in my closet 'cause they tried to chase me
Killed law enforcement agents and hid their bodies in the closet for pursuing them.
November the 29th, I bust open my mommas car
Committed a crime on November 29th, and one of the first lines in a verse mentioning one of numerous crimes committed throughout the song.
Pussy hole was addicted to drinking, now I'm addicted to crack rock
Making the connection between someone being addicted to drinking and themselves being addicted to crack cocaine.
So motherfuck you bitches and you snitches tryin' to do me in
Feeling animosity and anger towards people who are trying to get him in trouble.
Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvian
Undercover police officer attempted to purchase Peruvian cocaine.
Knockin at my fuckin' door, duckin' and dodgin' on that floor
Hiding and avoiding law enforcement who are knocking at the door.
That thinkin' got you noid, got me reachin for my .44
The paranoia from the situation is escalating, prompting him to reach for his gun.
Creepin' up out my window pane, I smell cops
Detecting the smell of police officers who are outside.
A honkey's on the block, drop to my knee, I took a shot
African American man shoots a Caucasian law enforcement officer.
I seen him drop, one time this ain't the place for that
Descriptive of the act of taking down a law enforcement officer on the street.
Since he's a fed, I took off his face for that
Since he was a federal law enforcement officer, he wiped his identity for a higher danger of being discovered.
That shit that he tried to pull
Referring to the attempt to arrest or imprison him.
And you know he couldn't get away with this
The assassination of an FBI agent gives the artist a sense of power and revenge.
Bitch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this
Denoting the explosive nature of his personality.
Fuck being indicted, don't you try it that's the fuckin' story
Refusing to accept being charged with a crime and daring the law to come after him.
Cops roll to the cemetery, all snitches in my laboratory
Police go and investigate the cemetery while snitches are informing on him.
I'm fittin' to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
He's going to continue with his drug activity and wants some cocaine.
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boom
Referring to the sound of gunfire and the prevalence of violence on the streets.
This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet
He rules this territory, so people can either leave or face the violent consequences.
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking tech
A federal law enforcement officer has been shot with a firearm.
Rat tat to the tat tat, I'mma take him out of his memory
The action of shooting rapidly to erase a memory of the event.
For ridin' my nuts and tryin' to stick me with delivery
Trying to set him up for delivering narcotics.
Loose lips sink ships, so this is do or die
Talking too much can get one killed in this world, and the person is emphasizing the dangers involved in this life.
This is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I.
You are listening to the rapper who goes by the name of Shoestring.
Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are clean
Assuming that any police who were once 'backstabbers' have been weeded out.
You took a father from their family, motherfuck their dreams
You made kids fatherless and ruined their hopes and aspirations.
Is what you said, so motherfucking bitch ass fed
Addressing federal law enforcement in a derogatory way.
I want you dead, I'mma to pump your ass full of lead
The threat of using a gun to shoot someone.
Let's make a deal, this shit is real, ill
Trying to negotiate with the police.
I pack my steel, you let him go then we can let you live
Give up your partner in the police force, and they will allow you to live.
You made that switch and now it's time to kill you bitch
If you switched from backing him to working with the police, he will shoot you.
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch
Killing someone by shooting them multiple times.
Drug dealers and fed killers, let's get united
Attempting to unite drug dealers who kill federal law enforcement officers.
Boom holes on them hoes, green, fuck being indicted
Selling and using drugs, without fear of being caught.
F.B.I., F.B.I., F.B.I.
Repeating the acronym of the agency the song is targeting.
F.B.I., you know that
Taunting the F.B.I.
Motherfuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm prepared to die
He is willing to die for his criminal activities.
All them greens back on my dick, 'cause I won't slang his drug supply
People demanding more of his drugs when his rival is out of business.
Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too
Not afraid of going to jail and disowns any authority necessary in the process.
Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come with dude
Belittling the authorities for their narrow focus on just catching people who deal cocaine.
Bitches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch
Replacing a less reliable snitch with a better one.
'Cause that bitch you got smoke rocks and so that mean her word ain't shit
The person's honesty and convictions have been compromised due to drug use.
If I get some prison time, give me mine, 'cause I ain't fake
If he goes to prison, he will accept the consequences and not resist them.
Since my click don't snitch When I get out all my connections straight
He is confident that members of his gang will not inform on him, so he will have all his network when he gets out of prison.
The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
His lifestyle is notorious and well known, and the authorities are trying to entrap him and put him in prison for it.
'Fore my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me
The media already perceives him as guilty before any trial happens.
Bitch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
The person, called Bootleg, sounds like he's on the run.
Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
The person had a child with their aunt, and the police want to send them to prison.
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin' I ain't in that mood
Disavowing any relationship with the baby conceived with an aunt.
Bring in the indictment papers, eatin' all of my grandmother's food
The authorities are eating and enjoying the food of the person or their grandmother while simultaneously building a case against them.
Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree
Talking back to the police is a mistake, so one should keep their attitude or tone even.
Send me to penetentiary, come out that bitch a straight up G
Go to prison and develop a hardened criminal's mentality and reputation.
Never been a busta, always been a hustla sellin' yea
He describes himself as being a hardworking hustler who keeps his head down and works for what he wants.
Came up bustin' caps so we could deal this dime out where I stay
Using guns to maintain turf and sell drugs.
Out to make my pay and sellin' yea's the only way I know
The person has only ever made money by selling drugs.
Fiends around the block soon as I open up my rock house door
As soon as he opens the door to his 'drug house,' there are buyers lined up ready to purchase.
Gotta make some more, I'm droppin eighthies on that digital scale
Needs more product to keep up with the demand, and weighing out smaller quantities of drugs using digital scales.
More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sells
His supplier is more popular than a fast food chain, and they are making a lot of sales.
Motherfuckin bitch, I want a key, give me that uncut raw
He is requesting a sizable amount of pure, uncut drugs.
Shit'll numb your jaw, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw
The person is advertising the high quality of the drugs they have for sale.
Your momma eyes are big again, everytime she smokes she plots
When the mother smokes crack cocaine, her pupils become dilated, and it makes her think about getting more drugs.
Since I wouldn't give her no rock she sending the federal government in my spot
Because he is withholding drugs from his mother, she is asking the police to intervene.
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so I can fight it
He is being accused of multiple drug-related crimes, so he is going to have to pay a significant amount of money to fight all the charges.
Free again to sell dope, bitch fuck being indicted
He's confident that he will be released from jail and free to sell drugs again, and he doesn't care about being indicted.
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.