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Secret Agent Man lyrics - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

 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 that's 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 "Fuck the cops"

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' "Thug Power" 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)

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