I came to the city Seemed like a good time to write And even now as I look out my window Rain clouds are chasing the light The play games of magic
don't mean to be a problem But every time we start talkin' Somebody else got a problem But we say fuck 'em [Classified] I mix this like black magic
Rest in peace to heath ledger but I'm no joker I'll slow roast ya, got no holster Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster Burn bread everyday boy no toaster
: [Chorus:] It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the
The History Book Hustlin In The Hall Naw, I Don't Spin On My Head I Spin My Work In The Pot So I Could Spend My Bread [Chorus:] And I'm Getting It...
education, Freddy Jason, what it might seem We shake and bake the cake, poison frozen icing Fuck 'em all, ice cream, black magic, white dreams Blue collar
: (feat. Giz, Magic, Teddy Wheat) [Hook] If you're a gutta ass nigga Bout ya butta Let me hear ya holla Yahoo Yahoo Now if ya still chasing dollars
real I had a blast Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies {Chorus: KoKane} Rain-drops, falling on my head Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread
bowl and blow up magic, Houdini escapes from the fermenting hell halls of tragic Speaking to the First of April's, deep in the rap game Erasial, Excedrin
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
write my name in the history books hustlin' in the hall Nah, I don't spin on my head I spin my work into pot so I can spend my bread And I'm gettin'
we'll be rollin' Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz never listen but I told 'em When I catch you at the game runnin' game at the
ya You know you really wanna be rollin instead Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head Hey and sold ya for bread Findin the life
the summer read n-gga sh-t ATL was sippin them Magic city sippin them Gucci (?) cover my dreads I think I'm Gilligan I don't really mess with the feds (?) if they not talking no bread
bounce back like elastic How you do that, I call it dope boy magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 Madden How you do that, I call it dope boy magic
killin' 'em Got everybody watchin' but who gone stop me? The vert game sowed up Somebody tried some mo shit 'bout some ole shit T Double done switched the game
stressin' to flip Keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit Dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip I'm tryin' to show you where the bread
