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Letra de la canción 'SECRET AGENT MAN' de 'BONE THUGS N HARMONY'


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Secret agent man, secret agent man (How you see me when you see me? Drinkin' on Hennessy and Remy)...

I could've killed 'em when I read the verdict, fuck them laws! They got my brother already they can lick on my balls (Lick my balls bitch) And I ain't playin' with these undercover's, that's on my brother/ They tryin' to invade us cause we paper chasin', sneaky mother fuckers/ Wanna infiltrate the clique, ain't penetratin' shit/ Coppers, they can suck a dick, they must not know who they fuckin' with/ Buckin' clips with a pistol grip, tommy guns all over Cleveland/ Leave 'em bleedin' no longer breathin' bloody bodies on the scene/ Ain't no regards, no respect/ I'm that nigga thats gonna protect me, ain't no Po-po that's gonna come check me, put me out of the game, better jade me/ My correction cause I'm squeaky clean, they hate it when you hit the block/ I'll be glorifin' them D Boys and quick to say andquot;Fuck the copsandquot;/ Got the block on lock, got the dope spot hot, got them Fed's in them unmarked cars right up the block/ My souljahs in positions just incase they wan' raid/ Come a little closer I'm a show ya, I'ma let my gun blaze, and I'm a let my gun blaze, I'm a let my gun blaze

Secret agent man, secret agent man (I can't stand no motherfuckin')...

I'm lookin' for niggas that got the heart to get down, and get with the static, get with the action/ Willin' to blast the policeman if they have to/ Put my nation of souljahs, nigga's that is made up of thugs, out of 50 million niggas, how man can they cuff? I'm gettin' my niggas all ready for war so when its time to throwdown we gon' make sure we have more than enough ammo to go round/ They come from Cleveland to Watts, we peepin' the cops/ Here we got some killas standin' around Miami and Cincinnatti/ Just waitin' for the word to rush in invade the burbs and let that whole mother fucker burn (Burn) burn (Burn)/ Nigga wanna do me inmurder, cold blooded/ There'll be no clues on it, they won't know who done it/ Nigga we represent the thug shit all over the world (World) from the ghettoes and The Bay to the Brooklyn Burels/ They are my niggas screamin' andquot;Thug Powerandquot; and bustin' off some mother fuckin' shots at them undercover cops, at the cops (Try it again, would you repeat that?)

Secret agent man, secret agent man (Now when you're fuckin' with me make sure you know what your doin')....

(Fake ass niggas) Don't hate on no niggas I came with all my thug niggas/ You know we really can't trust these niggas like bitches they after figures/ And I can't take no losses no mo' a hot one to your body, get to fuckin' with my dome/ I'm serious and I ain't no hater but niggas better know that I'm furious/ We comin though, the kickin' the door makin' it clear for us/ And I ain't trustin' nobody cause everybody keeps plottin' like they dumped off the watchin'/ Express myself through the music tryin' to stay cool, but I'm a thug true and ain't no tellin at anytime what I might do/ It's 2002, we brew/ Let family get this money, no time to be fuckin' with you (You better watch out)

Secret agent man, secret agent man (Yeah nigga we heard about all of the murders, look what they did to Tyrone)...

Mister Defensive, relentlesly in the trench, the water feedin' my body feelin' like grindin' ever since/ Cash and murder can see me lately off in this/ And they better be ready we be comin' with Bloods and all the Crips, yeah/ Droppin' the coat, like bitch niggas be droppin' the soap/ Coppin' the Coupe with the Benz/ Whatever floats my boat/ In the trunk with the throat slit, quicker than a fake-ass rapper still in the house in the pit, out of the window with his kids/ Since it's a bitch and a pitchfork for poor, and a plane ride to Cali, cause I heard out the dough/Feelin' the war with one force for d's and all/ They can find me I'm in the ghetto with the rough, rugged and raw/ Metaphor all ya'll, congregation halellujah, feelin' this collar on me/ Cop killa, Bizzy Yakuza/ Lil' Bryan and I'm ridin' for the cause like Zion/ You shouldn't have killed my nigga Loc' soon enough you'll be cryin' yeah (You son of a bitch)

Secret Agent Man (I can't stand no motherfuckin) Secret Agent Man (Yeah nigga we heard about all of the murders look what they did to Tyrone) Secret Agent Man (Ain't no way to be safe, nigga its the army brigade) Secret Agent Man (It's from me to you..) Secret Agent Man (Leave me alone, leave me alone) Secret Agent Man (Tryin' to be a hero) Secret Agent Man/ Secret Agent Man (Leave me alone, leave me alone)