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(*talking*)
This organization was built on me What I put together, that no man come in between I am the foundation, and I will weather the storm You don't want to go to, you don't want to go to You don't want to go to war with us You don't want to go to, you don't want to go to What... [Chorus] You don't want to go to war with us My niggas be too dangerous You don't want to go to war with these Soldier boys we bout it bout it, so nigga please whooa You don't want to go to war with us My niggas be too dangerous You don't want to go to war with these You hating my click, well nigga please whooa [Magic] See I'm sick dog, and I rip your lip off, if I get pissed off Or ripped off uh-huh, that's when the shit starts I'm vicious, I didn't get all of my shots When I bite I lock, and I won't let loose until the bones pop And I watch you, until your vital signs stop And walk off in the night, with no worries fuck the cops This shit is real dog, play with us and watch how many pop up In the junk yard scattered round, bodies all chopped up If I flip out, I take a quick flight up out the country Better ask somebody, Mr. Magic he acts a donkey I spit shit that make the average, not stand a chance And I keep spitting until the top dogs, know I'm the man I'm running you back to the streets, go and hustle the corners This time I'm playing for keeps, so I think you wouldn't want to Four see-notes turn to dimes, and dimes turn to ones Your pockets is getting young son, so [Chorus] [Magic] Close and personal with the sorrow Connected with the, crooked to fire your hips Whole nation regretting, that their punishment raised killas You forget about having this, the game not fair No trusting in one another, when the love not there I promise thug life, niggas control this track Since you niggas twisted the game, we just twisting it back I'm related to hurting, hurting by material praise Settle for less, and let the stress make us forget about better days Have mercy, these demons wouldn't guide us right We come if nobody's trying to make it, to the guiding light I'm a victim of living, pay me what you owe and hate And let me die, with a smiling face Just me and my people thugging forever, we no longer bleed no mo' And who so ever approach us, don't wan breathe no mo' Give a blessing to every nigga, that held us down My people issue in hell right now [Chorus] [Magic] I'm a ridiculous lyricist, you hear the fire in my vocals You can't keep up, and oh well got me some more sales 25 years old, but I'm young and I'm still learning This shit just pours outta me, keep the c.d.s burning Fuck gold, I'm trying to sell a couple of mill If this ain't my year, then somebody is getting killed Excuse my anger, but I feel like I'm being cheated I won't be denied, I refuse to be defeated If we broke we jacking, anything got cash If I can't make it in this rap, y'all better kill my ass Cause I click off knock your dick off, and leave you stuck out If I let you live, then pray nigga cause you been lucked out Ahh I abuse you, and the shadow behind you Beat you both to death, where they mama she couldn't find you And them people that signed you, got to charge it to the game Still the same, ain't a thang changed [Chorus - 1/2] |
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(*talking*)
This for my niggas, 9th Ward bound Cross the canal, and the CTC I'm still thuggin' nigga, ha-ha Ya heard me [Magic] Ain't nothing changed, still struggling trying to make an advance I got a little loot, but I'm tired of spending hundreds of grands I'm trying to blow a mill you feel me, never even missing And me and my niggas have been rude, getting fitted We destined to ball, we different from y'all Y'all like to shop, but we'd rather buy out the mall Gots no friends, I gots to keep the fam with me Has no pity gon bust bust, until empty Out of love nigga, I...full of blood nigga As somebody getting drugged nigga I tried changing, but I guess this shit is deep in the blood I guess that's why my mama calls me a thug, but still [Chorus] Take a walk through my hood And everything seems to be a-o.k See my niggas on the block still hustling Living life, day by day Don't get mad at us, just understand That that's the way, playas play Society done showed us the money And the cars, and made us this way We forever be some hustlers, don't trust us Because we motherfucking hustlers - 4x [Magic] Now you can call me greedy But I envy niggas balling harder Then up comes, the 9th Ward shit starter I'm the definition, it don't gets no clearer Genuine, hundred percent, thug nigga Full of fire, try me feel my flames And let me prove, ain't a damn thang changed Uh-huh, I'm thuggin' for my niggas, let it be heard I represent the 9th no, disrespect to the Third I got a obligation to show the world, how we thuggin' How we does it, Orleans buzzers, I'll be there for you cousin To smoke with you, choke with you, maybe crack a joke with you Cause I use to be broke with you [Chorus] We hustlas, we hustlas Uh-huh, we motherfucking hustlas I said we hustlas, nigga we hustlas Uh-huh, we motherfucking hustlas [Magic] 25 years of bullshit, 25 years of Stashing rocks, under my lip 25 years of trying to get rich quick, trying to hit a lick Trying to make a dolla, out of fifteen cents I hustler harder than the average, kidnapping And jacking, happens to be my favorite See I did this on the regular nigga I move swift like the Predator, nigga To anialate my competitor, and to add to my decimals See I ran with professionals, niggas With big testicles, that's down for whatever Put my life on the line, to keep my family straight You niggas die when you in my way, motherfuckers [Chorus] (*talking*) I did this here for my mo'fuckers, I ain't gon lie I love you niggas from the bottom of my mo'fucking heart 9th Ward till the day I die, if a nigga can't respect that Tell em stay the fuck out my face, cross the canal nigga |
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| 4:15 |
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[Hook:]
What the fuck, you niggaz gon do When my niggaz, come running for you - 2x What the fuck, you hoes gon do When my niggaz come, spitting that game We pimps, playas macks Believe that baby, ain't a damn thing changed [Magic:] I'm in my Navigator, passing up all the haters I give em holla like, why shaggy I'll see you later I'm with my fucking crew, we 9th Ward forever So stay the fuck away from us, is what you niggaz better We taking all the cheddar, my crew be the hardest We may be few, but we damn sho' shouldn't be disregarded You see us in them clubs, hanging out with the thugs And surrounded by a bunch of bitches, showing us love Smoking the finest doe-doe, fuck with us a no-no I'll have to get the fo'-fo', I don't wan' kill no black folk So keep your distance shaggy, understand lil' whodie 'Fore I be locked in handcuffs, back down with Sheriff Foldy When y'all was flipping pilla's, I was fighting with killers Charging twenty G's to get rid of, every pussy nigga Another bad creation, so don't try my patience I kill for fun, like it's a ragreation [Hook] [Magic:] And to you sheisty bitches, looking for my riches I bought twenty acres of land, and dug twenty ditches See I refuse to let go, of a single peso So stay the fuck up off of me, you trifling garbage stank hoe This ain't for all the women, just the gold diggers All up in a nigga face, cause I got a couple figgas I know how to treat a woman, if she got some class But if she don't, she'll get a foot up in her fucking ass See I'm a playa baby, I got a reputation Get booty calls from superstars, all across the nation They call me the dicksman, I coulda been in porno Ask them hoes about my magic, see if I'm fa sho though I keep's it on the low-low, cause if my wifey do that She'd prolly buy a Louis slugger, whip a nigga blue-black See I'm a casanova, mixed with a little rover I'm more doggy than Snoop, when I'm in them hoes over [Hook] [Magic:] I'm bout my millions, I stay away from fonies I keep my niggaz with me, to fuck all these tenderonies By 2001, I should be international Hoes in every city, that shouldn't be a hassle Now let's be rational, who could withstand this I'm here to show that every rapper, in the world is pissed Me and my niggaz balling, you and your niggaz falling You ain't know me last year, so nigga keep'a calling It's all about my family, I know you can't stand me That's all fine and dandy, I'll see you at the Grammy's Sitting next...then my lesson cycle Bling-blinging on his ass, Roley ice is so cold I'm buying brand new Bentleys, off the showroom flo' Then raffle the bitch off, to the homeless and po' It's my time my nigga, so part the red sea And wait till you motherfuckers, get a load of me ha [Hook] |
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| 3:22 |
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[talking:]
Yo come on, I'm doing this shit for my nigga Mac I'ma keep shit hot and popping, till you back home baby For my niggaz in the South, these niggaz don't understand [Hook: x2] You wan' creep with the creepers, ride with the riders Dance with the devil, the cut throat connivers Nothing before fam, we keep this tight like pliers Fuck with us, we'll set this bitch on fire [Magic:] Look, you got a couple issues need fixing From now on in the billboard charts, your shit's missing No name, no dissing That's not my style, I only beef with my fist And I only fuck with a few, and that's my crew Cause they gon wild out, and do the same shit I do We smoke humps, when we locked up We stay locked up, because we known to tear the block up 9th Ward, is the cave I dwell in When I fell in, I became a two time felon Trying to switch negatives, to the positive I chose rap, cause that's where the money is I'm bout to do this, like the dope game Increase the product, got every CD shelf stocked up Cause I'm a hustler, drug smuggler Head buster, I'm a no good motherfucker I'm here to flush out, the cast-aways Rappers riding all the shit, they did yesterday Cause it's a new era, mo' cheddar My pockets street, so my rhymes got better You think a Southern nigga, can't rap But that's a paying not fact, so they sent me to handle that You got a grudge, against Master P Because he got more loochie, than you coward niggaz'll ever see Plus he got me, the annihalator Probation violator, there's none greater You ain't gon spend, seventeen on my shit And feel played, cause they only got a couple hits My album, you won't believe I work so damn hard, my hair line's receding I'm like Jada, kiss the game goodbye Let's push the weak to the side, let the strong niggaz ride [Hook] [Magic:] Grab a seat, nigga take a listen Am I the nigga, that you should be dissing I think not My flows run deeper, like the Mississippi Go against this nigga, it won't be pretty You need a prescription, to cop this And a hundred niggaz, with hundred round clips won't try and stop this Lyrically, I'm so versatile I could rap on a Frank Sinatra track, and rock the crowd So think, before you speak Cause New Orleans niggaz, don't beef we creep and uh Like we creeping, to the top of this food chain Southern niggaz took a spot, in this rap game We ignorant, because we never had fortune We'll share the game, but y'all take a smaller portion We always, in motion Getting rid of us, is harder than getting rid of abortions [Hook x2] |
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| 2:57 |
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Yo, baby, you ain't got to worry
Bout nothing, be my boo shh You my main squeeze I was wondering if I, could get with you Then you, would be my boo There's no limit, to things that we can do You know I'll always be there Go out with your boys, and run the streets Don't care, bout who you meet I know that you get hard, up on the ki's No matter what, I'll be there Come on and tell me, you gon' be there And do the things, and let me know that you still care You ain't tripping off, of knowing that I get around That's why I'm digging you mama, because you still down Yeah, we had our fuss and fights, but that's life Leave mad, but I'm coming back home the same night Say a couple things, to rub you wrong It's make up time, baby tonight it's on Something bout the way, that you making me feel Keep me hustling, don't worry bout a damn bill Just keep the loving coming, like when we touching stomachs I get this chill up my spine, I'm so glad that that ass is mine And just a sprinkle, of your voodoo Got me hooked on, everything that you do Yeah, that's why I believe in putting in over time A fly precious the places, that gon' keep a nigga on your mind Come on and scratch me, squeeze me Tease me, don't give it to me easy Sex games, keep the relations brand new oh The way you dance in the dark, no way I'm leaving you boo If you suck my soul, I'll play with your emotions Belvedere on the rocks, will be the potion The lust is getting greater, that I'm feeling inside You like wine baby girl, you get better with time I ain't satisfied, 'till you climax It's all about you mama, is you feeling that See I know, my woman's work She's here when I'm happy, and here when I'm hurt You make me want to stay home, leave my niggaz alone 'Cause you give a nigga the freedom, to go out and roam You that twinkle, in a nigga's eyes So I'ma do what's necassary, just to see you smile When I'm out all times a night Let me know girl (will you be there) When I'm flying from state to state Let me know girl (will you be there) When I'm feeling like sexing you, from wall to wall Let me know (will you be there) When I'm feeling all down and out baby girl No matter what, I'll be there |
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| 3:26 |
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(feat. Monique O'Neil, S. Bear)
[talking:] Ooh come here girl, uggggh Damn, you all thick round there [Hook:] All I came to do, is get my party on Dance all night, till the early morn' But you look kinda jazzy, and you caught my eye The Caddy's in the front, can we take a ride (I usually don't do this, when I first meet But play your cards right, and then we'll see what's up then) So tell me girl, what's up with you Tell me baby girl, what's up with you [Magic:] I fell in lust when I saw you baby, shaking that ass Got me really contemplating bout, taking that ass To the crib with me, and I ain't letting you leave Until you know you're top class, you belong to me Let me drink this Hennessey, with ya Let me smoke this 'gar weed, with ya I ain't trying to hit ya, I want you to see the bigger picture Them niggaz broke, and I'm playing with a couple figgas Try me, don't you wanna live the good life You so cute, you'll make a nigga a good wife Make pretty kids, just tell me where you wanna live and I'll provide Just tell me what kind, color I'm going by your eyes You ain't heard, girl I fuck with P Big paper, so you straight cause you fuck with me I like anything expensive, I'm top notch Anything else is senseless, is you with that [Hook] [Magic:] Let me whisper some'ing, in your ear Tell you some'ing that you need to hear, you the shit mami Let me show you, where you need to be Right chea on the side of me, looking good mami Let me take you, on a shopping spree Let's stop by Victoria's Secrets, before we leave You wanna see the world, fly to the Swiss Alps You stressed out, tired of niggaz that ain't no help I got you, let me show you the other side The way it shoulda been, the way you 'sposed feel inside Come take a ride with me, let me share some game with ya Let me share some of this fame with ya, believe me baby I'm with ya Come and get your issue, cause baby you deserve Them niggaz that vex your nerve, kick 'em to the curb Now you rolling, with the big dogs Any shots round here, I'm the one to call baby you wanna ball [Hook x2] [talking:] Ha-ha-ha, I knew y'all thought we was gon stop All y'all talking, Soulja Productions you heard Yeah Magic still down, don't be mad It's on and popping, you heard |
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| 4:20 |
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| 9. |
| 2:44 |
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| 3:23 |
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See, what I want you women to understand
Is I know how to treat you, I know how to give You what you need, I know how to make you feel good I know how to make you say ooh na-na, ya heard me I know you see the, 600 leather inside Sitting on twenty inch high, do you want to go for a ride I was thinking we could, chit chat and sip some Don P This honey's leaving with me, she must don't know I'm a freak [Magic] I'm feeling like a blooder day, I'm doing big things Moving in a major way (hey), pocket full of big faces And them haters wishing they could trade places, but face it You ain't the balla type, you don't know how to dress when you rocking ice You don't know how to shop, and ignore the price You don't know, how to never wear the same thing twice I could jump in a designer suit, with fresh braids Ain't gotta spit no game, I'm getting leid That's the things that come in life, when you paid What can I say (hmmm), I got it made Blessed with a sexy voice, hey boo Gotta keep the ladies moist, and who knew I was born with a royal touch, I can't help it I spit and its platinum plus, trust I know you see the, 600 leather inside Sitting on twenty inch high, do you want to go for a ride I was thinking we could, chit chat and sip some Don P This honey's leaving with me, she must don't know I'm a freak [Magic] When I'm feeling like a new ride, I just drive it Never bring it back they know, I'ma buy it I'm feeling like a new crib, I go get it Price ain't a option shaggy, come with it I either start collecting up, now you know I don't know nothing bout, no Van Gogh Spending money is a hobby, I never stop in a hotel lobby I keep the presidential suite, on lock for me First class, everything I do is VIP Whoa, big pimping spending cheese Bling bling, got a car sitting under my sleeve Damn slow me down, cause I'm out of control Got a stack in my pocket, that refuse to fold So I throw away the hundreds, that look too old And I change women more, than I change my clothes I know you see the, 600 leather inside Sitting on twenty inch high, do you want to go for a ride I was thinking we could, chit chat and sip some Don P This honey's leaving with me, she must don't know I'm a freak [6 Piece + (Magic)] I said playas (see we playas baby) Do you want to take a chance I'm just trying to teach (well go ahead and teach em 6 Piece) I wanted you just to let yourself be free (uh) Free and give it to me [Magic] This is what you do to live, the good life Gotta get with me to live, the good life Switching lanes in the six, now that's the good life Ice on your wrist, if that's what you like House on the hill, hmm I just might Give me a reason to put you over something nice We could make tonight the night, is that right You do me, I'll do you, aight I know you see the, 600 leather inside Sitting on twenty inch high, do you want to go for a ride I was thinking we could, chit chat and sip some Don P This honey's leaving with me, she must don't know I'm a freak |
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| 3:02 |
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Presedntial Campaign
[Police Officer] We have an APB on a 51-50 mental patient named Mr. Magic... He hasn't taken his medication... He is considered armed and crazy... [Magic] See, I'm a cool nigga - just don't get me mad I start to tear shit up, acting fuckin bad Pissin people off, throwing elbows Even at the hoes, the club I have to close But you ain't feelin me, come get your isha, nigga See, you ain't scaring me, like you some kind of killa See, I done killed two, so look up in my eyes And what you wan' do, tell me what you wan' do? I cuss your grandma, I ain't got no respect You better leave me alone, before I grab you round your neck I get a check nigga, see I'm lil retarded I'm from across the canal, the city of New Orleans You see this platinum chain? This The New No Limit How could you play with yourself and think that we was finished? So don't be swelling up, acting bout that there Just stop that stupid thinking, 'cause I doubt that there [Chorus: Magic] Calm ya nerves nigga, 'cause I can thug too Ain't got no love nigga, so what you wan' do? I'm in the club nigga, kickin my thug on Lookin for Big Booty bitches that I can rub on You ain't scarin me, so what you wan' do? What you wan' do, tell me what you wan' do? And you ain't scammin nigga, so what you wan' do? What you wan' do, tell me what you wan' do? [Magic] See, I'ma dumb nigga, when I got a gun, nigga I shoot the neighbor's dogs and cats for fun, nigga I was in Special Ed, see I ain't right, nigga When I fight you I be fightin to take your life, nigga I bite, kick and scratch - I ain't no fuckin boxer I'm tryin to kill somethin or send somethin to the doctor See I'm on medication to keep my nerves calm The doctors told me without it I'm like a time bomb I see dead people.. you think I'm fuckin scared? I stay prepared got the calico right under the bed I'm from the Nine, nigga, respect my mind, nigga I'm bouty bouty, see I thug all the time, nigga You with that bullshit, then get the fuck, nigga Stay with that bullshit, and you'll get buck, nigga I fuck over your guy, and to niggas that look like ya Scratch off screamin "9th ward for life" [Chorus] [Magic: repeat 4x] One way, or the other, I'm gon find you I'm gon get chu, get chu, get chu, get chu [Outro 4x] Put yo' drink down, get yo' thug on |
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| 3:12 |
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| 4:08 |
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| 3:15 |
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(*talkin*)
0-1-2 baby, Ezell Swang and Suga Bear Here goes another one, and another one And another one, come on [Hook: Suga Bear & (Ezell Swang)] Everybody can't ball like me Hit the club with the click, and shot call like me (For real, all I wanna do is party ma I took a bottle to the head, so it's time to get on the flo' now) Everybody can't ball like me Hit the club with the click, and shot call like me (All the dranks, all the women With this tank around my neck, you know I'm walking screaming) [Magic] We like bragging, we like stunting We hit the club, and get the bitch jumping, ha Look, we like shining, teeth glistening So when we talking, a nigga listen, what Do you understand the words, coming out of my mouth Or are you too busy trying to copy cat, these boys from the South Look, we love Pac, cause we love thugging We love Biggie cause we love flossing, you heard me Who else come to the club, with twelve hoes Butt naked, showing ass and elbows Who else, keep a case of Crys in the car In case my head ain't right, I done bought out the bar Look, we love smoking, that poo-poo lala Only if it's fire, and guaranteed to get me higher Look, we bout trouble, we bout repping We love toting concealed weapons, you bout that nigga [Hook] [Magic] Look, we love hoes, we like ladies We like ready made families, hoes with three babies It's understood, we like a project chick I prefers her red and thick, oooh Check it, I like dubs, but we love dub deuces Anything smaller's, fucking useless We like representing, where we from We love hustling for the spoil of it, we love to be on the run You motherfuckers, can't ball like us Take a fall like us, and come back quick in a Nav truck We like cars, but we love trucks So we could pull up to the spot and, tell the hoes to load up We love being, in the VIP Cause we very important people, like you can't see that It doesn't matter, cause I'm still on top My pockets gon stay fat, nigga you can believe that [Hook] [Magic] Them boys from the South, got them golds in they mouth Snatching hoes from niggaz, is what they really about Spending cash is our stilo, ain't a thing gon change We from the swamps nigga, ten years of hell and gain [Hook] |
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| 2:59 |
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What we gunna do right here is take a little smoke break...
Not the little white kind with the filters on it, But the kind that makes you high and elevates your mind. I'm talking bout...high. [Chorus:] Tell me which way is up 'cause I'm tryin to get fucked up. I want to get hiiigh (everybody knows I want to get high). If why'all could just leave me alone I could do this on my own. I'm tryin to get high. That's all I want to do baby...Is get high Roll it up blazed it up. I ain't trying to get high I'm tryin to get fucked up. Smokaholik. I'ma fiend for the hizzerb. Smoke anything green...Here lizard lizard. I like to smoke til my eyes look chinese. Fuck a dime bag give me four OZs. Do you smell the aroma. I'm about to fall in a Indonesia coma. I fucks w/ snoop so you know what I need. That's sticky icky with no stems or seeds. I can't even drive, the smoke all in my eyes. I don't give a damn, long as I'm high when I die. Chain smoka I light a gook off of a gook. I got it bad and I dunno what to do. I inhale and exhale marijuana. In church and all in front ya momma. [Chorus] When I'm sleeping...Ima blow be a gooky When I'm hungry...Ima blow me a gooky When I'm thirsty...Ima blow me a gooky I'ma blow by myself or I'ma blow with my crew This is my medicine When I'm in pain no one makes me feel better than Mary Jane I'm rappin just to make enough paper to gather up my shit and move to jamaica...Or Amsterdam where its legal Smoke dogs that's my kinda people Is there a rehab for niggas like me That's 25 and been smokin since 15? I done forgot how it feels to be sober Them days are over as long as I got doja When its a drought I'm going out to Cali Without a doubt 'cause that's what makes me happy [Chorus] Check this out I love smokin that kiya Long as a spia And gets me higha Its that stress free relaxation No other drug is this elevation So all my smokas it keeps me easy...easy...easy And that's Fo sheezy Let me smoke my, my marijuana And stop harassin me-ijuana I've smoked swisher sweets Keep movin You know what I'm doin(shit) How many rappers you know brok as fuck? I smoke weed like clockers smoke crack I got it bad I sell my soul for a pound of that White Willow Haha |
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