Lyrics:
the man that it made of me
Vow to never conversate with federal agencies
Yeah, Lord, protect me from my friends, these suckers ain't nothin'
Circles
Parked outside of the agency
Wondering if you can sneak away with me
I'll admit, I've been losing sleep
Rifling through your toxicology
When
still the number one on my roster
[Verse 2:]
The kind that likes to shop expensive things
Her style is so unique
She qualifies free agency but she chose
to try...
(Verse 2: Claymore)
Stomping in this bitch like Carthaginian elephants
Barbarian brigade barging into your residence
I'm taking over agencies with
Monday yawning, school's so boring
Or go to work like a jerk and end up snoring
Tuesday's mail never fails
Collection agency wants me in jail
But to the credit agencies
I'm Mr. Obsolete, delete!
My key to the world
god! the more i think about it the more i think i was
preaching the truth i went down to the cadillac agency and one hour later i
drove out a new
from a federal agency
It's got diagrams and checklists and I read it front to back
And it told me what to do in case of nuclear attack: Just
CHORUS:
it
While she was looking for a man
Who didn't need a maid
She modeled for an agency
Who made sure she got paid
And she smiled
And she smiled
a wad
Bruisin' your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook
All get took, to my agency, then they payin' me
It ain't phasin' me, that's my thing
When I
Based on their false accusations against me, any police officers could shoot me on sight
National and local police agencies created a situation
If
Here, alone
Is where I will confer
My agency, a whisper
Into the wider world
Stock and stone
Without a spoken word
And when I ask a question
of Yay if they gave out plaques for the game
Let me take you back to that little pot, that little flame
Brick to a sports agency, we respect grindin'
bit cold
Since I, I was a one year old
If we let, these agency thugs
They'll put, a whole nation on drugs
Tell me who sent you here, what agency
Who's paying for this time you're wasting?
Who signs when you submit receipts?
What do they have on you
the agency well-known to God?
The one that copped his staff and copped his rod?
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
the agencies
For ten long years, but I paid my fee
Now I'm on the front line with W.T.C.
Back me down these streets are still ill
From Brownsville all
Believe me you got to be free now
[Chorus]
Democracy the shining sea, the seeds are sown
Exit the agency we're on our own
See see see the forest for
reports in the daily news
He likes baseball on T.V.
He couldn't understand free agency
See he never really wanted much
Just a decent life
Somewhere
conversations will be automatically wire taped,
And transcripted by the national security agency,
Honesty, modesty, poverty, famine,
Sons of Amman,
a servant (Blockworks)
In the hood with the hoodlums where the killers purgin'
Niggas workin' with the Agency, makin' me really nervous
In the hills so
with your promises
Greatest hits all the pieces fit
Laughing out loud
We're not a part of this heartbreak agency
She's not defined by the money
bangin out cuts
No police or government agency lockin me up, so what?
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
C'mon..
What do you believe in? I believe in karma
The red, red lips
Of some secret solution
The Central Intelligence Agency
Has a file that's a mile longer than peace
She's naked on the phone
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