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Magic - War lyrics
(*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 wanna go to, you don't wanna go to You don't wanna go to war with us You don't wanna go to, you don't wanna go to What... [Chorus] You don't wanna go to war with us My niggas be too dangerous You don't wanna go to war with these Soldier boys we bout it bout it, so nigga please whooa You don't wanna go to war with us My niggas be too dangerous You don't wanna 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 wanna Four c-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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