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マジック!( Magic! )
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Never Slippin'
Listen, I wouldn't give a fuck if I get Ross Perot rich You'll never catch me slipping, that's on the one, nigga I keep shit tight 'cause I'm a solid nigga, you heard me Even when I'm smoking on some doe-doe or sipping on some mo-mo I always keep the 4-4, what, what
You fucking with niggaz, that's 'bout chilling You fucking with niggaz, that's 'bout killing and digging a lot of holes You playing with grown men, that'll beat you to mush No matter the money or power, you could be touched
Ashes to ashes, nigga, dust to dust You shorten your own life when you fuck with us See, I was nurtured by the bosom of the block That told me in a heated situation, grab the glock and pop
Until it stops and never turn back, you understand Soon as you feel remorse, them niggaz got the upper hand You'll never catch this nigga slipping My peripheral vision, one big up on your own intentions so
So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go
So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go
Repetitive niggaz I go against, they don't have a chance They won't survive, they'll tell you I'm a hell of a man I devour the weak and dissesemble the strong So called rappers with song after song
When will the world understand that I can't be stopped It won't be as easy as it was with Pac I'm smarter now, took a situation and learned Can't trust a nigga 'cause niggaz'll get you burned
Watch paparazzi, a lot of stories'll turn Trying to get you killed, behind the same money you earn Shot my dog, scared of the power that he possessed もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com But it ain't over nigga, guess who's next
So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go
So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go
Give me a reason, I'll open fire like it's kill-a-nigga season You heathens don't deserve breathing I suck the life out of your body with every word that I speak And when I'm finished, I'm hoping that that you deceased
I keep my enemies close, watch they moves, I ain't no fool Just because I dropped out of school It's called common sense and street smarts Too much heart'll get you tossed in the park, nigga, lost in the dark
I live the laws of my land, where it's kill or be killed So don't question if this pistol in my hand is real Don't question if the stories that you heard are real Just understand, nigga, this is how I was born for real
So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go
So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go
So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go
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