Secret Service(Explicit) - Souls of Mischief

Secret Service (Explicit) - Souls of Mischief
Written by：Adam Carter/Opio Lindsey/Damani Thompson/Tajai Massey
Niggards tripping smoking all this w**d and sh*t man
You know when it jump we gon' need our mind and bodies ready boy
Niggle Niggle ain't nutting jumping man
Fool I got my g lock Niggle my calico
Boy even a little deuce deuce
Niggle what that mean to Po Po
Fool rocket launchers fool Po Po they some z arks
They ain't running up on the turf Niggle
Niggle they got planes Niggle tanks Niggle bombs
Aah f**k them fools Niggle
Wipe out yo' whole hood
But I'd take care of all them fools Niggle
I got down motherf**kers here Niggle
Man Niggle ain't nobody mo' down they deep Niggle
You think you deeper than them they deep Niggle
Aah Niggle
They got everything
What oh sh*t wait what the f**k is that
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 Niggle dopest 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 Niggards I snuffed
Yeah you figure your tough them coons be living t rife
With they civil rights I got yo' maids in my pistol sights
You try to loot and think you post hard
I got the coast guard get ghost cause folks scarce
With my flame thrower you're lame Yoda slaveholder
Got a brain fo' ya leave a poseur slave told ya
Toting g locks with laser scopes
Watch the slayer folks watch for my cops with major doe
Forget your vest cause I'm busting your chest
Getting checks and medals saying 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's you kill that king
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 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 USA
Too much red tape to mas say
Plus the press say what they want to now a days
I'm Getting medals for smart bombing ghettos
Seven figure payroll give you wings and a halo
We run things so lay low keeping paid
Those attempts to upraise we blow ya spot sky high
And bury ya cause the less you're the merrier
Coming soon a new shopping mall if you don't bear
With the program cold and callous no man
Women or child is safe why cause we the wildest
They got the FBI CIA
Aft DEA big guns for pay
Yeah plus them armed forces man them fools don't play
And the coppers that you see everyday
They got the FBI CIA
Aft DEA big guns for pay
Yeah plus them armed forces man them fools don't play
And the coppers that you see everyday