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Lyrics for Secret Service by Souls Of Mischief:
| | | Artist: | Souls Of Mischief |
| | Album: | No Man's Land | | Track: | Secret Service | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 55 | | | | Lyrics: | Intro talkin']
[A Plus]
Yeah I clean my weapon four times a day
and
with the devil that's yes the world's mine to slay
I sipped wine with Jay
Hoover I
can make you a murder victim
say some nigga don't ____ and licked em
a third(?) of
income that I get is enough
to never sweat and not forget
dem dirty niggas I snuffed
yeah you can figure your tough
then coons(?) be livin' trife
with they
civil rights
I got two meters in my pistol sights
you try to look and think you most
hard
I got the coastguard
it coasts cause folks guard
with my flame-thrower
you're lame, you're the slave
hold up, I got a brain for ya
be proposed the
slave told ya
totin' glocks with laser scopes
watch the slayer folks watch for my
cops
{with major doe}
forget your chest
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 ____ 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 backbone out
for that I get the phat
gold
so the Cadillac's on
once I get back home
but there's the mobile(?)
plus a 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
believe ya through
cause we do not take prisoners
in the good old U S of A
too much red tape to mess eh
plus the press say
what they want to now-a-days
I'm gettin' medals
for smart bombin' ghettos
7 figure payroll
give ya queens
and a halo
we run things, so lay low
keep it ____ those...
attempts to
uprise
we'll blow ya spot sky high
and bury ya
cause the lessa, you're the
merrier
comin' soon a new shopping mall if you don't bear
with the program
cold and callous, no mam
women, or child will say why
cause we the wildest
{Chorus}
The got the FBI, CIA,
ATF, DEA,
big guns for pay
yeah, plus them armed forces and them fools don't play
and the coppers that you see everyday
{Chorus}
The got the FBI, CIA,
ATF, DEA,
big guns for pay
yeah, plus them armed forces and them fools don't play
and the coppers that you see
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