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drive
No I.D. I’m good, you stuck in the line
V.I.P. my section bitch, you still outside
Rick Owens be the feets, denim Number (N)ine
Ima steal her heart,

Danson on the beat

First off, fuck Joss
He thinks he cool he thinks he's the boss 
Don't know shit, but he still likes to talk 
Like he been in

I'ma have to learn another language 
You the richest on the team
But you still work the hardest make changes
I fucked around and got famous
Right

done me a bird too
Just came out a lot lot smarter
So I went a lot lot harder
Still got to dodge me the feds and karma
New country spot somewhere by

you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn

315's in the back still black magic on the tires
If I got to fuck with a bitch
She goin know not to Conversate wit niggas when it come to my doe
My

Game Over
Game Over
They'll Trick for ya Treat like October (Damn !)
Game Over
Game Over
You still ain't got No Game if I passed The Controller (Talk

Fucked 'em up we hurt 'em, know he not on his ass like a girdle
Ten shots to his back put 'em on his stomach face down like a turtle
Still got all my

Yeah yeah aye
If I make it to the top just know imma
Bless the ones that help me get there
Imma put this shit on everyday
Having drip like Rick Flare

they knowin they fucked

Deep by 5 hit 1 thats 4
Niggas still got me so watch how we blow
Cut off yo bitch cuz thats how we know
Fill up the air with

Used to rock Gucci and that fake Supreme
Went and got my bread up I did it by any means

You still rock that nike tech bitch you broke as hell
Bitch I go

John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is

I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up

Magic's Wand

Whodini

Fabriclive.11

2003

Jalil) ]
Now that you heard our rap and you caught a contact
(And by now you're all to be blasted)
We want you all to know that we got to go
(But it was

and hang up like b**** I’m in my bag I’m still walking with angels but devils in my path Got Band-Aids around my fingers black tape around the Mag  Do your

uzi, I gave my lil' bitch a new patek
I don't think he really want static
We got them wands make that boy disappear just like magic

My pockets, they

If time is money I ain’t waisting no time
Trust nothing bitch I’m slangin that iron
Trappin Hard got that guop on my mind
I’m flippin bitches Puttin

facts so
Here we go

You got cash flow
You got cash bro
Somethings leaking out your mouth and not your back bone
The Shit talkers
The big the Rick Ross'

I came up being humble
Now I'ma stone cold stunna

Made in Magic City
I got paid in Magic City
To the grave it's Magic City
Made in Magic City
I got

shipped, yeah, we got a load
Drop another ten on my chain, now my neck on froze

Bricks comin' in by the mail, we call it plug talk
Heard you get it for 25,

Basketball

Kurtis Blow

The Best of Kurtis Blow

1994

Play basketball at its very best
Basketball has always been my thing
I like Magic, Bird, and Bernard King
And number 33, my man Kareem
Is the center

clubs, nigga (Lord)
Pandemic got niggas eatin' like Action Bronson
Thanksgiving, catchin' the corona like Magic Johnson (you did)
Is it real? Is it

(Jeweler)
Scott La Flame, no Rick the Ruler (Ruler)
Yeah

I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
My trap is still bunky, look

This song's by the high school drop out
On God
We done copped out
Rocks in my watch now
It shine
I'ma get a baddie
Got her
Ride in my Escalade
On road