Secret Service

[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