Souls Of Mischief - Secret Service lyrics

[conversation intro - speakers uncredited] n***az trippin smokin all this weed and sh** man You know when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy n***a, n***a, ain't nuttin jumpin man Foooool, i got my glock n***a my calico Boy even a little deuce-deuce n***a, what that mean to po-po? Fool, rocket launchers, fool po-po they some zarks They ain't runnin up on the turf n***a n***a they got planes, n***a tanks, n***a bombs Ahh f** them fools n***a Wipe out yo' whole hood But i'd take care of all them fools n***a I got down motherf**ers here n***a Man, n***a, ain't nobody mo' down they deep n***a You think you deeper than them? they deep n***a! Ahh n***a They got everythang! What, oh sh**, wait - what the f** is that? {*three big explosions*} [a-plus] Yeah, i clean my weapon fo' times a day I'm with the devil-est, yes the world's mine to slay I sipped wine with jay-hoover I can make you a murder victim Say some n***a dope server licked him (i didn't do it) A third of income that i get is enough To never sweat and i forget them dirty n***az i snuffed Yeah you figure your tough, them coons be livin trife With they civil rights, i got yo' midas in my pistol sights You try to loot and think you post hard I got the coast guard, get ghost cause folks scarre With my flame-thrower - you're lame yoda, slaveholder Got a brain fo' ya, leave a poseur, slave told ya Totin glocks with laser scopes Watch the slayer folks watch for my cops (with major doe) Forget your vest, cause i'm bustin your chest Gettin checks and medals sayin agent plus is the best Yeah, i do bribes, some people front and say no They can play though, not like them czechs in sarajevo I got a family but i'm still that mean I gotta feel that green - agent ma**ey, how'd you k** that king? [tajai] I did it slickly, put a knife in his kidney And sent him to bliss - made it look like some terrorists The heir to his throne, eight years old I left his back blown up, for that i get the fat bonus So the cadillac's on once i get back home But there's the mobile - plus the fax with my target profile Yo, i blow up a church if i gotta Orders from the top it don't stop til i gotcha, yeah And when i do best to believe ya through Cause we do not take prisoners in the good old u s of a Too much red tape to mas-sey Plus the press say what they want to now-a-days I'm gettin medals, for smart-bombin ghettos Seven figure payroll, give you wings and a halo We run things, so lay low, keepin paid Those attempts to uprise we blow ya spot sky high And bury ya - cause the lessa, you're the merrier Comin soon a new shoppin mall if you don't bear With the program - cold and callous, no man Women, or child is safe (why?) cause we the wildest {chorus - repeat 2x} They got the fbi, cia, Atf, dea, big guns for pay Yeah, plus them armed forces man them fools don't play And the coppers that you see everyday