Secret Service Lyrics by Souls Of Mischief

Secret Service Lyrics

    [conversation intro - speakers uncredited]
    Niggaz trippin smokin all this weed and shit man
    You know when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy
    Nigga, nigga, ain't nuttin jumpin man
    Foooool, i got my glock nigga my calico
    Boy even a little deuce-deuce
    Nigga, what that mean to po-po?
    Fool, rocket launchers, fool po-po they some zarks
    They ain't runnin up on the turf nigga
    Nigga they got planes, nigga tanks, nigga bombs
    Ahh fuck them fools nigga
    Wipe out yo' whole hood
    But i'd take care of all them fools nigga
    I 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 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 nigga 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 niggaz 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 massey, how'd you kill 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

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