Текст песни Souls Of Mischief - Secret Service
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[conversation intro - speakers uncredited]Niggaz trippin smokin all this weed and shit manYou know when it jump we gon` need our mind and bodies ready boy Nigga, nigga, ain`t nuttin jumpin manFoooool, I got my Glock nigga my CalicoBoy even a little deuce-deuce Nigga, what that mean to po-po?Fool, rocket launchers, fool po-po they some zarksThey ain`t runnin up on the turf nigga Nigga they got planes, nigga tanks, nigga bombsAhh fuck them fools nigga Wipe out yo` whole hoodBut I`d take care of all them fools niggaI got down motherfuckers here nigga Man, nigga, ain`t nobody mo` down they DEEP nigga You think you deeper than them? They DEEP nigga!Ahh nigga They got everythang!What, oh shit, wait - what the fuck is that?{*three big explosions*}[A-Plus]Yeah, I clean my weapon fo` times a dayI`m with the devil-est, yes the world`s mine to slayI sipped wine with Jay-HooverI can make you a murder victimsay some nigga dope server licked him (I didn`t do it)A third of income that I get is enoughto never sweat and I forget them dirty niggaz I snuffedYeah you figure your tough, them coons be livin trifewith they civil rights, I got yo` midas in my pistol sightsYou try to loot and think you post hardI got the Coast Guard, get ghost cause folks scarrewith my flame-thrower - you`re lame Yoda, slaveholderGot a brain fo` ya, leave a poseur, slave told yaTotin glocks with laser scopesWatch the slayer folks watch for my cops (with major doe)Forget your vest, cause I`m bustin your chestGettin checks and medals sayin Agent Plus is the bestYeah, I do bribes, some people front and say noThey can play though, not like them Czechs in SarajevoI got a family but I`m still that meanI gotta feel that green - Agent Massey, how`d you kill that King?[Tajai]I did it slickly, put a knife in his kidneyand sent him to bliss - made it look like some terroristsThe heir to his throne, eight years oldI left his back blown up, for that I get the FAT bonusso the Cadillac`s on once I get back homebut there`s the mobile - plus the fax with my target profileYo, I blow up a church if I gottaOrders from the top it don`t stop til I gotcha, yeahAnd when I do best to believe ya throughCause we do not take prisoners in the good old U S of AToo much red tape to Mas-seyPlus the press say what they want to now-a-daysI`m gettin medals, for smart-bombin ghettosSeven figure payroll, give you wings and a haloWe run things, so lay low, keepin paidThose attempts to uprise we blow ya spot sky highand bury ya - cause the lessa, you`re the merrierComin soon a new shoppin mall if you don`t bearwith the program - cold and callous, no manwomen, or child is safe (why?) cause we the wildest{Chorus - repeat 2X}They got the FBI, CIA,ATF, DEA, big guns for payyeah, plus them armed forces man them fools don`t playand the coppers that you see everyday