[Spy Detail:] There was a 498 DS

A top secret formula had been stolen from the research lab

We had a job to do

We ran all suspects name through R&I and came up with



(King Kirk)

Respond like James Bond to this con named Don

Milli ons in his palms sellin' neutron bombs

Time 6 a.m. agent mayhem and eight men no maybe ten

Came to scoop me in the Benz in the ??Graham??

Money involved? Say when gave me a beige Range and thangs

But they claimed the Range changed to a plane, strange

But perfect, showed me circuits and how to work it

Wounds- how to nurse it, weapons- how to burst it

Searched it, like a serpent, read the blueprints

Dime be with two chinks sportin' links and new minks

Drive a six with dark tints and one of the chinks

Named Dinks and Dinks always drinks so he thinks he's invinc'

Other chinks a wimp, but Teflon's his vest holds

If he think you gonna roll, he'll put holes in your dress code/

Time to load and hit the highway, I'ma do it my way

Spy way, do or die way, Schwarzenegger, True Lie way!

So I pulled up on the drive way, ran through the side way

Saw his compadres, motherfucker, yippee kay-ah

Die hard!, nigga yelled "my God!", caught an Uzi scar,

Hit the tar, other bullet to the car, "Ah!"

Time to pay him back, time to fade him

Got up tried to spray him, no aim, so I grenade him/

Didn't get the Don but the bombs was a factor

Found what I was after, set the reactors

For two minutes, heard laughter and "lieutenant you finished"

It was the Don with a Smitheth, Wessun to my chestun

For a second I thought I was dead, no more said

Then I heard shots of lead and lead sped through his forehead

Brando with the ammo and Dubez with the Uz'

Move into plane rovers, motherfucker, we spy hunters



(Big Dubez)

Big Dubez, Billy D, four-five, concealed weapon

Runnin through bricks that niggaz ain't yet step on

Eludin Cop-po, in the eight, inhalin char-coal

They tailin but I'm Indy 500 Monaco

Pigs can't stop no, Sporty Thiev Gestapo,

They sickened against flip whips to saw you slick and

Out the fender, yo, no retreat no surrender

To the fullest, that's why my toys deflect bullets!

On the cell like "Who in charge? Get me the sarge"

Your squad car next, your fam reached my garage

Espio-nage, yo my fate on the rocks

I blow 'em out the box, firin missiles on roadblocks

On the verge on smack-ups, forces callin for back-up

Chunked in the trunk, 200 ki's to crack up

Breathe holdin's essential, spy-hunter utensils

Four govermentals with four sets of dentals

I'm on a Cannonball Run like Burt Reynolds

Bustin off at the choppers, backin down coppers



(Gunshots)---ooooh!!



(Marlon Brando)

We in the Philippines, on death row, about to face guillotines

My crew lace marines, stick over and make realer teams

So yo, say hello to my li'l friend, want to play?

OK! feel ten through your steel, man

Yo we come together like foreign lea-ders

Livin large in Argen-tina, camouflaged in Kor-ea,

In the bushes where they can't see-us

Spin astro 16 silence-face screw ons

Mission impossible, merge em to the Persians

With 2 glocks to my head, enuff cream to flip the script

Got niggaz watchin the Feds, twenty ultra-red

Beams comin through my window, tear-gas bleak up my glass,

The smoke blew the crib-bo, the coke moves are ditto

Layin blue in Beirut, sneak-in weed-in Swe-den

Shook the D's in Peru, like a crooked Batman

With no partner but still (robbing/Robin),

Trails be mind-bogglin, leave the D's followin

My front man, I be the big man behind the front man

Front man got knocked? Big man still be the trump man

Mix six crews and their glues, skully low smokin ni-ckles

Runnin' up in cold blocks with ic-icles, spray the trey-nickle

Guaranteed to hit you, if I miss you

Bullets will probably ricochet and nip you

And fall like the Berlin wall

Hang 'em off ??the terror spies?? lets make a ball

Crooked navy seals with flak-on, sniffin, getting they crack on

I managed to mack on enough oil to put Iraq on, stapped the gats on

For this spy-war, coke lab, helicopter roof, and a cy-borg

Writer : DAVID WILLIS, KIRK HOWELL, SHAAROD FORD, MARLON BRYAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group