Lyrics:
a magician
Imma black out don't know what I'm missing
As a kid they told me man up and stop all of that crying out
Told shut my mouth 'fore they give me
snitches sleeping with
The fish-eyed heathens stringing ‘em up
Now we’re first-stringing like Willie Beamens
Odds and evens, rhyme to reasons, winter
Spring
more
Girl I need you more
Guess your Tipton lifestyle, iced out I can't blame you
Black tints eye clout, watch out she look dangerous
Head down no sound,
black
Send out this song, go clap back (grrah, grrah, grrah)
I don't trust nobody, that's that
Sunday Service in my strap (grrah, grrah, boom)
Did it
that morning and
Flew back the same night
Caught the sucka eating suppa
Blew his brain right
Up out his head he gotta be dead now
The kids cryin nigga
off my chest
I've been stuck in my head and I know it's not the best
With all I put out, it's hard to feel blessed
Trying every single day to not Smith
change to come)
[Verse 2: Tenkamenin]
I'm fallin from the heavens screamin out "Lord please!
Let me go so I can check up on my younger seeds"
To show
Beat-beat the crap out of me?" No!
You punk-ass niggaz better hop or chill
'Cause my glock can kill twenty motherfuckers with boxer skills
That's how
motorola cell
Baggin up my work while In smoking a fat l
Got a shorty on the way from outta town wit a box of black bags
So I can bag up the 20s of the hell
the fuckin' way
We plant flags in the ground
Because we here to stay
And bring my whole hood out
And have my own parade
(Black Gold!)
I purposely wrote
Tried to play it cool, but in my head shorty's wildin
Using me to get the next nigga jealous called up the fellas
Ty Nitty line was busy so I beeped
goin' under
And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child
Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you
crime wavers, that backdrop
Black mask with that black lock
Them bald heads is a madlock
Trigger fingers thaw, it's when they get cocked
Big boys holding
what you do playa, (what you do)
Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind)
Stackin' my mil
Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail
the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used
'N some fool tried to call me soft
He's in a one nine seven two skin head caddy
A old superfly mack daddy
So my girl stepped out 'n he tried to mack
Marley spliff and cough
[Rock] In-tro-ducin, my B-double-Oooooo
[Starang] Worldwide, niggas better act like they know, one time
[Rock] All y'all heads out
touched the white
Need my whip customized
Shawty come in clutch at night
Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie
Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
In the morning, crack of dawn and
Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this paging me
Who the fuck is this? Pagin' me at 5:46
In the mornin', crack of dawn and
Now I'm yawnin', wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this pagin' me
the fences that I jump
I got touched by a desire for God to ignite a change
Caught a rush of zeal from the life in my veins
From a head full of pressure rests
Caught lacking
Now I roll with a team of deadly assassins
(Uhh) i keep a cape inside my backpack
Then Superman that ho! When they be
Talking out they ass
of the pussy club, so mine
Getting bricks by the G's, fittin' to rain and shine
Then head to another one, headless flyin'
What up to the DJ, straight
With their pistol grip pumps
What a romp this'll be, hold your applause like a doctor
Turn my head and cough at these awful impostors
By the time that
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