scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear it ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day
streets and I hang with killers I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers Wodie respect my hood, screamin C-P-3 Nigga and Magic and Snoop,
of Alexander the Great Civil wars where F-Brothers fought and killed their friendship with hate All seen by Zeus performing scenes in the magical way The day
dreams of Alexander the Great Civil wars where brothers fought and killed their friendship in hate All seen by Zeus performing sceries of the magical way The day
here in these streets. one million in the day, we will never get that, i make history look bitch and you can bring cash? i remember last year.. but i
drag us out It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing Want twist us all in there black magic [
, women stick 'em up their behinds Go out and wear 'em (Huh?) And if you swallow too much of the magic mushrooms Whoops, did I say magic mushrooms? I
are the days of our lives These are the things That we must go through (But I wish it would stop and let me off right now) Day by day We drive around
be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear it ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day
' be around here 'bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed, Hennessey, Kennedy, King Mixed with a kill-or-be-killed killer
of a Roll's I know magic pooof do away with your clothes I know magic pooof do away with your clothes I know magic pooof do away with your clothes [repeated
a heart to fight Or get lost in the world when you lose your life I would like to get blown, so I read and pray Surviving day to day, running the streets
half my niggaz dead, locked up or on the run That dope money ain't sufficient, it don't last always Niggaz trap all night, in project hallways All day
cumbustion cuz there aint too many you can trust in think of all the women losing their husbands in Iraq a lot of killing and suffering what i hope for, seems folklore when the enemy kills
because your pests keep Killing little children like their speakers are worth a million Plus, it really is a bummer Someone tried to get me for a coat last
I'm a have to kill em Before they kill me} [how many niggas in this bitch can feel me It's gonna take a million motherfuckers Just to kill me] {so when
ya heard me Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira, Fiend Head counts to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede And we gon' do it like this here, ya heard me [Hook: Magic
tell you by that gangsta shit you gangsta bitch I start to thing that you were heaven sent It's me and you Verse 1: (Magic) From the first day we met