[conversation intro - speakers uncredited]
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Niggaz trippin smokin all this weed and shit man
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You know when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy
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Nigga, nigga, ain't nuttin jumpin man
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Foooool, I got my Glock nigga my Calico
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Boy even a little deuce-deuce
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Nigga, what that mean to po-po?
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Fool, rocket launchers, fool po-po they some zarks
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They ain't runnin up on the turf nigga
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Nigga they got planes, nigga tanks, nigga bombs
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Ahh fuck them fools nigga
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Wipe out yo' whole hood
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But I'd take care of all them fools nigga
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I got down motherfuckers here nigga
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Man, nigga, ain't nobody mo' down they DEEP nigga
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You think you deeper than them? They DEEP nigga!
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Ahh nigga
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They got everythang!
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What, oh shit, wait - what the fuck is that?
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{*three big explosions*}
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[A-Plus]
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Yeah, I clean my weapon fo' times a day
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I'm with the devil-est, yes the world's mine to slay
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I sipped wine with Jay-Hoover
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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
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to never sweat and I forget them dirty niggaz I snuffed
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Yeah you figure your tough, them coons be livin trife
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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
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I got the Coast Guard, get ghost cause folks scarre
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with my flame-thrower - you're lame Yoda, slaveholder
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Got a brain fo' ya, leave a poseur, slave told ya
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Totin glocks with laser scopes
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Watch the slayer folks watch for my cops (with major doe)
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Forget your vest, cause I'm bustin your chest
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Gettin checks and medals sayin Agent Plus is the best
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Yeah, I do bribes, some people front and say no
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They can play though, not like them Czechs in Sarajevo
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I got a family but I'm still that mean
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I gotta feel that green - Agent Massey, how'd you kill that King?
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[Tajai]
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I did it slickly, put a knife in his kidney
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and sent him to bliss - made it look like some terrorists
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The heir to his throne, eight years old
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I left his back blown up, for that I get the FAT bonus
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so the Cadillac's on once I get back home
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but there's the mobile - plus the fax with my target profile
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Yo, I blow up a church if I gotta
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Orders from the top it don't stop til I gotcha, yeah
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And when I do best to believe ya through
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Cause we do not take prisoners in the good old U S of A
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Too much red tape to Mas-sey
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Plus the press say what they want to now-a-days
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I'm gettin medals, for smart-bombin ghettos
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Seven figure payroll, give you wings and a halo
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We run things, so lay low, keepin paid
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Those attempts to uprise we blow ya spot sky high
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and bury ya - cause the lessa, you're the merrier
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Comin soon a new shoppin mall if you don't bear
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with the program - cold and callous, no man
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women, or child is safe (why?) cause we the wildest
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{Chorus - repeat 2X}
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They got the FBI, CIA,
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ATF, DEA, big guns for pay
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yeah, plus them armed forces man them fools don't play
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and the coppers that you see everyday
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Secret Service
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Souls of Mischief |