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アーティスト:Magic  アルバム:White Eyes 

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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


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