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Magic - Down Here lyrics
[Hook - 2x] Round here, there's nothing but thug niggas Down here, nothing but hard heads Round here, nothing but straight killas down here And if you really wanna know [Magic] I'm from the city of the wickedest, cut throat connivers We keeps it gutter, till the day that we die We roam the streets at dark, all we got to survive Is our hands and our heart, our balls and our word Just for sitting in my hood, I be screaming until I'm horse You ever touch one of mine, I'm coming for you and yours If you ain't got to jack in the murder, you ain't shit When you hear the blacka-blacka, you know somebody got hit Hope it ain't none of mine, and if it's mine I be coming to get you die trying, survival of the fittest We the sickest no disrespect, but these boys got heart It could be the dope, but these boys play the part Murder capital, just a couple years back In my city, itching to put us right back on the map When you hear the click-clack, you know it's time to smash Playa in chest-tolic, catch a bullet in the ass [Hook - 2x] [Magic] I still hustled the block, I keep on cock the 17 shots I'm a 9th Ward nigga, so I can't be stopped Fill a X fill a boy, whatever get us high With money on my mind, so somebody bound to die Be careful what you say, cause if my people feel played You bound to get sprayed, hole in your fade I'm in between your braids, we love cracking domes We love car jacking, and breaking in people homes Love concealing weapons, illegal firearms I'm a felon, ain't no papers on this pistol in my palm Suicidal, murder mo' common than crawfish Nigga die, we second line ain't that a (bi-ay-itch) Nigga got your number, no need to wonder Who put, lil' whodi under Crooked ass police force, them the biggest dope dealers New Orleans made us killas my nigga, you got to feel us [Hook - 2x] This for my thug and thugettes, niggas in the ghet's Throw up your hood nigga, represent your set [Hook - 2x] (*talking*) Look come on, come on, keep it real No other nigga gon thug like me Tear up a club like me, whack a nigga for free Beat down the police, spit in the judge face Slap a mo'fucker if he get out of place Down here, what |
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