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So you wanna be a...


by Souls of Mischief. Buy album CD: No Man'S Land


[Intro talkin']

[A Plus]
Yeah I clean my weapon four times a day
and with the devil that's yes the world's mine to slay
I sipped wine with Jay
Hoover I can make you a murder victim
say some nigga don't ____ and licked em
a third(?) of income that I get is enough
to never sweat and not forget
dem dirty niggas I snuffed
yeah you can figure your tough
then coons(?) be livin' trife
with they civil rights
I got two meters in my pistol sights
you try to look and think you most hard
I got the coastguard
it coasts cause folks guard
with my flame-thrower
you're lame, you're the slave
hold up, I got a brain for ya
be proposed the slave told ya
totin' glocks with laser scopes
watch the slayer folks watch for my cops
{with major doe}
forget your chest
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 ____ 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 backbone out
for that I get the phat gold
so the Cadillac's on
once I get back home
but there's the mobile(?)
plus a 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 believe ya through
cause we do not take prisoners
in the good old U S of A
too much red tape to mess eh
plus the press say
what they want to now-a-days
I'm gettin' medals
for smart bombin' ghettos
7 figure payroll
give ya queens and a halo
we run things, so lay low
keep it ____ those...
attempts to uprise
we'll blow ya spot sky high
and bury ya
cause the lessa, you're the merrier
comin' soon a new shopping mall if you don't bear
with the program
cold and callous, no mam
women, or child will say why
cause we the wildest

{Chorus}
The got the FBI, CIA,
ATF, DEA,
big guns for pay
yeah, plus them armed forces and them fools don't play
and the coppers that you see everyday

{Chorus}
The got the FBI, CIA,
ATF, DEA,
big guns for pay
yeah, plus them armed forces and them fools don't play
and the coppers that you see everyday.



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Album: No Man'S Land (1995) Lyrics
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  1. Bumps**t
  2. Where the f*** you at?
  3. So you wanna be a...
  4. No man's land
  5. Rock it like that
  6. Secret service
  7. Fresh dope dope
  8. Where The Fuck You At?
  9. '94 via satellite
  10. Do you want it?
  11. Come anew
  12. Bump shit
  13. Ya don't stop
  14. Yeah It Was You
  15. Hotel, motel
  16. Fa sho fo real
  17. Dirty d's theme (hoe or die)
  18. Where the phuck you at?
  19. Times ain't fair

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