[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, aint 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 aint 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 Id take care of all them fools nigga I got down motherfuckers here nigga Man, nigga, aint 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 Im with the devil-est, yes the worlds mine to slay I sipped wine with jay-hoover I can make you a murder victim Say some nigga dope server licked him (I didnt 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 - youre 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 Im 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 Im still that mean I gotta feel that green - agent massey, howd 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 cadillacs on once I get back home But theres the mobile - plus the fax with my target profile Yo, I blow up a church if I gotta Orders from the top it dont 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 Im 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, youre the merrier Comin soon a new shoppin mall if you dont 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 dont play And the coppers that you see everyday