[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
