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No Security (The Rolling Stones) · No Security [Japan Bonus Track] (The Rolling Stones) · Peace & Security (Death Threat) · Security (Bethany Anderson) · The Security of Illusion (Saga) · Security (Peter Gabriel) · Security [Japan] (Peter Gabriel) · Paper Planes: Homeland Security Remixes [6 Tracks] (M.I.A.) · Security (Peter Gabriel) · Atomic Platters: Cold War Music From the Golden Age of Homeland Security [Single Warhea (Wanda Jackson) – and 90 other albums »


sincere
You are the force I used to fear

Lost in reverie
I dream of sights I will never see

We are enchanted
By your need of protection
Soft
Stealing information
By his will as a (???)
Use careful confirmation

Bribery, extortion
Legal legislation
Security is life indeed
Accept no other
information
By his will as a ?
Use careful confirmation

Bribery, extortion
Legal legislation
Security is life indeed
Accept no other explanation

This
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy

I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping in my
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy

I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
ceases to exist, when all that
Was previously protected by the laws of man and nature is suddenly
Placed at the mercy of brutal unreasoning force
dropped by the cops
I'm bad, understand me with the game I kick
I got crazy bitches like a Trojan on my dick

Yo Hobb we got more rep than Lucky Luciano
information
By his will as a ?
Use careful confirmation

Bribery, extortion
Legal legislation
Security is life indeed
Accept no other explanation

This
refuse to stop
Get sweated by them sell out cops
And I wink 'cause I pin the opposition
I'm on a mission to preach and teach to reach

So listen up
the full force
Like what you hearing so your checking with the source
Tupac brother with the rhymes to rock on
Dizzy gets busy by putting beats to drop
time, and now I'm free 
I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop 
I will not stop, I won't be dropped by the cops 
I'm bad, understand me with
stand on his own two feet
Got a strong business mind, straight out the streets
He gotta have security, power and wealth
Cause I can do bad by my God
Big boy, big boy, big boy

[Chorus]
I said give me two pair
(cause) I need two pair
So I can get to stomping in my air force ones
(Big boys)
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
Yeah! yeah!
Yeah! yeah!
Yeah! BME Cliq
This ya boy Lil'Jon
A lot of y'all niggas be talkin' 
'bout air force ones and shit (OK)
About Adidas
I come through in a new double are listening to smiling faces
Check out my jewelry pound in your faces
Italian air forces leather laces with
around with a badge and a gun 
And they god damn fuck with everyone. 
Enforce rules made by fools, 
Violence and fear there tools 
They dress
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
Yo, ya-ya-yo-yo
Cats ice grillin' me, fuck em' I buck 'em verbally
Lookin' for a reason as I'm breezing by security
With no one searching me, it's
Niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with
Some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards
From gettin at this nigga, pardon my force
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
some, yo

Yo, yo, gimme some room, I'm throwin' elbows
Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them
If I gotta pay to get in the club
Don't talk me to death
[50 Cent] G, H
[Scarlett] It's elementary

[Scarlett]
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white,