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Verse 1
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Niggas trippin' smokin' all
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this weed and shit man
You know when it jump we gon' need
our mind and bodies ready boy
(Nigga, nigga,
ain't nothin' 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)
Ah 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!)
Ah nigga
(They got everythang!)
What, oh shit,
Interlude 1
wait what the fuck is that?
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Verse 2
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Em
Yeah, I clean my weapon fo' times a day
I'm with the devil- est,
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yes the world's mine to slay
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I sipped wine with Jay- Hoover
I can make you a murder victim
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Say some nigga dope server licked
him (I didn't do it)
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A third of income that I get is enough
To never sweat and I forget them
Yeah you figure your tough,
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them coons be livin' trife
With they civil rights,
I got yo' midas in my pistol sights
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You try to loot and think you post hard
I got the Coast Guard,
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get ghost 'cause folks scarre'
With my flame- thrower you're
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lame Yoda, slaveholder
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Em
Got a brain fo' ya, leave a poseur,
slave told ya
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Totin glocks with laser scopes
Watch the slayer folks watch for
my cops (with major doe)
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'cause I'm bustin' your chest
Gettin' checks and medals sayin'
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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
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Agent Massey, how'd you kill that King?
Verse 3
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Em
I did it slickly, put a knife in his kidney
And sent him to bliss made
it look like some terrorists
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The heir to his throne, eight years old
I left his back blown up, for
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that I get the FAT bonus
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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 you 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
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And bury ya 'cause the
lessa, you're the merrier
Comin' soon a new shoppin'
mall if you don't bear
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With the program cold and callous,
no man
Women, or child is safe (why?) 'cause
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we the wildest
[Chorus: x2]
Verse 4
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They got the FBI, CIA,
ATF, DEA, big guns for pay
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Yeah, plus them armed forces
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man them fools don't play
Outro 1
And the coppers that you see everyday
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