- Souls of Mischief Secret Service 歌詞
- Souls of Mischief
- *****z trippin smokin all this **** and **** man
You know when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy
*****, *** **, ain't nuttin jumpin man
Foooool, i got my glock ***** my calico
Boy even a little deuce-deuce
*****, what that mean to po- po?
Fool, rocket launchers, fool po-po they some zarks
They ain't runnin up on the turf *****
***** they got planes, **** * tanks, ***** bombs
Ahh **** them fools *****
Wipe out yo' whole hood
But i'd take care of all them fools **** *
I got down ************s here *****
Man, *****, ain't nobody mo' down they deep **** *
You think you deeper than them? they deep *****!
Ahh *****
They got everythang!
What, oh ****, wait - what the **** 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 ***** **** 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 *****z i snuffed
Yeah you figure your tough, them **** s 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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