1.Beginning
2.That's Me
Magic talking：
I'm that motherfucking nigga everyone asking about.
Yall know who the fuck this is.
That nigga nigga mr. magic. (huh)
That nigga nigga mr. magic.
Chorus x2
That's me motherfucker that's me (who that is be with p？)
That's me motherfucker that's me (who that is be with c？)
That's me motherfucker that's me
I'm the one they call mr. fucking magic
Verse 1：
I treat the mic like a blunt so watch mr. magic get high
Spitting lyrical fire 'til they day i die
Yall remember me as that shadow that jumped out of the midst
Making hit after hit and got the whole rap game pissed
Got 'em wondering where i came from
Straight from hell the first nigga to make lucifer run
You underestimate my consistency
Look like you waiting a weak verse nigga you might as well get
rid of me
Mad cause you can't trigger me
Which angle is i come from, mad cause you can't catch me son
I already won and believe the best is yet to come
I'll be flippin mc's until the day that i'm deceased
And got every record label waiting on my contract to be released
I mean all in the pentenaries, niggas is probably mentioning me
Give or take a couple of years, i'll be the man eventually
You can't stop what supposed to be
I'm the one, i'm the chosen man, that's me
Chorus x2
Verse 2：
I'm the whisper you can hear in every project hall
The conversation you can hear through every crack in the wall
The funny noises you can hear in your house when it's dark
The biggest upset in years cause im at the top of the charts
Got niggas wondering why the fuck they struggling
I guess that's a fucked position that magic put you in
But it's my turn so give me some breathing room
You aint on a nigga's ass killer but that's cool
It's all to be expected shit you let me know i'm competion
But there's alot more to me that you niggas couldn't even vision
Give you a run for your money and bitch i'll take your shit
I'll run your pussy ass home like a bitch
See aint no studio up in me, better not offend me
I'll rape barney and kill officer friendly
Shoot at the sheriff and the motherfucking deputy
See i'm the one you looking for motherfucker that's me
Chorus x2
Verse 3：
Just name a designated time and a designated place
Point them niggas out and i promise they be erased
Ain't a fake bone in my body, if i did i'd take it out
In front of the whole world so nobody would have doubt
That nobody could take me out, i'm just in a half-clout
Forgive me if i'm wrong but my money is what i'm bout
My dope is high coat, smoking po-po till i die
Trying to make a couple mill 'fore the age of 25
I spin and been like a motherfucking tornado
Cut your from nose to navel, now that shit gonna potato
It's kinda hard to believe that a nigga like me from the c-t-c
Went from serving fiends to posing in magazines
Nigga we hustled on the same corner
The only difference is my hustle was a little stronger
I say you should go and fear, you got the right worry
Cause i was created to make end careers early, ya heard me？
That's me motherfucker that's me (huh)
That's me motherfucker that's me (nigga nigga what)
That's me motherfucker that's me (nigga nigga what)
I'm the one they call mr. fucking huh what
Chorus x2
Magic talking：
And if you dont know now you motherfucking know
3.Ice On My Wrist
Check this out magic nigga
A lot of niggaz be fakin like they have shit
Like they doin this or that
But nigga you know here go the real
Chorus： master p (repeat 2x)
The ice on my wrist shine like a light
I can brighten up your day even at night
I'm just a young nigga hanging with the thug niggaz
Rollin with the drug dealers now they wanna mug niggaz
Ghettofabulous i mean we ballin
I represent the 3rd ward, calliope, new orleans
If the price is on sale then i'ma buy it
Niggaz talkin bout they bigger than no limit don't try it
No limit don't stunt, or front, we got bank
I put that on the tank, and about 72 minks
In the closet, you want it we got it
Y'all leasin, we buyin, no limit soldiers raise your rolex high
My cousin hot boy just got out the pen
And check his wrist i mean he sitting on 1-10
Bling bling with a 2000 big body
Hit the club and the girls get rowdy rowdy
Humvees on stretch, ferrari's and 'vette's
And a rolls in the garage that i aint even drove yet
Chorus 2x
Shit i ain't got as much as p
But my rolex cost me about 43 g's
Princess cut with a shine that will blind ya
You got platinum, but shit i'm right behind ya
I love diamonds, like i love rhymin
I need sun shades just to see the timin
Aww shit i done caused a fuckin accident
With a flick of my wrist man that wasn't meant
All this ice i got them hoes crazy
Keep the cat but i'll take some head baby
Last chance you better jump in this mercedes
With me and p, smoking weed and drinking hennessey
You know the real, who made the forbes list？
I thought y'all was rich, man you niggaz ain't shit
You hate me cause i'm ballin
Everything that i drive is paid out (what)
A couple acres, man my shit is laid out (what)
I'm walkin around with a car on my arm
Shit they need to make a roley alarm
Now i use my roley for a mirror
And what i see in the reflection is a rich nigga
Chorus 4x
4.Party Time
5.Wobble, Wobble
Say c ＆ mac, bruh, i think them hoes gone love this shit dogg
foreal!
Knowmsayin'？ tell them hoes come to the floor dogg!
Tru, ya dig？
Whoa!
What？ it's goin' doooooooooown tonight!
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeehah! where the ladies at？ all ladies hit the
floor!
Now won't you wobble, wobble？
Lemme see ya shake it, shake it
Now won't you drop it, drop it？
Oooooh, take it take it (2x)
You already know what's happenin' when i step in this bitch
And i know ya heard of me, cuz i'm right there off of g.t. and
dorgenois
And you been bout servin' me
Sheezy, you heard my song and it got you bucked up
You want that camoflauge love, ha？ it got me fucked up
I just want to see you wobble, like your mama's won that lotto
Like your daddy's full of that bottle
Like your brother when they called him hollow
Like them g.t. bitches, them saint t. bitches, my no limit
bitches
Them boss bitches, bout they riches, and it ain't no secret
They want that soldier gear,
That you can only get from that soldier clique
That old 'bitch i told ya' dick, now luh-look
We drop it like it's hotter, from the dance floor to the ramada
Givin' up them pesos？ i thinks notta, now won't you...
Lemme see ya wobbledy shake it, shake it pop it don't break it
You want love？ let's make it, shit i just can't wait til' you
naked
You lick your lips it makes me hard,
Daydreamin, and fiendin' and screamin',
You creamin' for sex that you be needin' this evening
It's all good, you bounce your ass for cash at the club
Show me love for a dub, but is it cool to fuck or what？
I'm sweaty, ready, full of juice and amereti(？)
Got 2 d.u.i.'s, here take my keys and you can drive
Let's get high while we ride or do you wanna smoke outside？
I got that cess weed, that shit make you thinkin' you can fly
Baby girl come and get it get it, lemme hit it hit it
For real, no time for actin' shitty shitty
Lemme see ya shake, bounce, twerk, rattle and roll
I call it the wobble now get your ass on the floor!
Hold on baby, bounce that ass or hit the dash,
Shit, this a muthafuckin' tru party bitch
I like it when i see em actin' bad, shakin' that ass
Got me really contemplatin' bout, takin' that ass
The way they wobbledy wobbledy, ass bouncin' everywhere before
they
Drop it and droppin' it, i can't help but to stare
Got a nigga sayin' 'ooh girl'
The way you twerkin' gots to make you my boo girl
Don't move girl,
I'm on my way to the floor baby
Comin' for mine i wanna see if you can really shake it
It's bump and grind, is it, soft as it looks？
Can i squeeze the charmin？ oooooooooh!
Are you upset？ i didn't mean no harm
But you got the wobble, uh, oh my god!
Got me, hummin and hummin, and hummin and hummin like a dog
woof!
Yo, this has been a tru party production, ya hoid me？？？？？？
6.Soldier
Chorus：magic
Bitch i'm a soldier (until the day that i die)
A no limit soldier (yes i am, yes i am)
I thought that i told ya (and nothing or no one could ever
change that)
Ain't no need to ask me why i'm a soldier til i die.
I'm a soldier see the tank on my neck？
Mr. magic is my name y'all better give me respect
You might remember me from seein' me postin' up on the block
With a .45 glock
And a mouth full of rocks
Hustlin' like i didn't even care
Wakin' up my neighbors poppin' pistols in the air
Tryin' make a million pullin' all night flights i'm praying cuz
i'm
Knowin that my life ain't right
Forgive cuz i'm wrong but i'm begging or forgiveness
And now i'm hustlin' in a whole other business
Tryin' to do right for the people that i hurt
In the process of growin up
I've change my ways i guess thats why i'm blowin up
I'm comin' back for all my peeps
Just try to stay alive and keep your ass off the streets
For the ones that gotta hustle just to eat
Lord, i say a prayer for you before i fall asleep
Chorus
How man heard sky's the limit？
Shit i ain't finished this is only the beginning
I'm with no limit
Just think i'm in my prime
If i'm not the best just give me some time and i'll change your
mind
Niggas like me hard to find
Genuine i'm the only of my kind young black and full of pride
With a mind to teach the whole world
If you just listen to my words
Y'all can feel my pain
A lot of years wasted, buku friends died a lot of wet faces
The other half caught a bunch of fuckin' cases
So still a lot of tender spaces
Wish i could erase the hate
Who said money makes you happy？
It can never bring back my daddy
So fuck the navi and caddie
I'm hopin' y'all could hear me
Cuz i'm speakin' this from the heart
Me and my fans never torn apart
Chorus
And to the haters that be hatin' on my click
Find a spot in line or suck a nigga's dick
I'm gettin a lot of call now
Bunch of fake bustas i couldn't ever trust ya,
Fuckin blood suckers
Want me for the gift that you never thought i had
I saw your other side, but fuck it i'm mad
You say a lot of shit but you never ponit the finger
I'm guessin' that mr. magic gon' remember
Surprisin' a lot of so called superstars
Passive comments but really don't want go to war
Not with me my reputation stands for itself
Just pull the disc out can't keep it on the shelf go and get it
like
It's the last one left
I work the piss out the people who press 'em
I thank the lord for such a wonderful blessin'
Every word that i speak is a lesson
Hard to believe that this nigga is from the projects
Chorus
7.Premeditation
8.Good Lookin Out
Chorus：
Magic (1)
D.i.g.(2)
(1) you say you gonna get him nigga
(2) you damn right, i'mma get him
(1) throw a slug in his head nigga
(2) you fuckin right, i'mma split him
(1) do exactly what i said nigga
(2) don't worry about it dawg, its on
(1) cuz i want this nigga dead nigga
(2) off top, this nigga gone
D.i.g.：
You damn right i'mma get him, cut him and split him
＞from his neck down lettin' him know i ain't bullshittin'
He shouldn't fucked around wit' mr. magic
He should of known shit get drastic when you start static
I burn niggas like lastic so they won't come back
They try to get to you, but feel the heat from the gak
I bust his ass have him fall flat to the ground
Hit'em twice in the head and walk away wit' a smile
Oh wha cha want me to do, bring him to you, and you watch me
kill him
So you can see the blood drippin'
And know i did it and know d.i.g. stay committed
Cuz you my nigga anything for you
I pull the trigga and be the green filla
Fuck that nigga i'mma get'em
That nigga history, i'mma put him out of his misery
You make him feel it, that not to play with these real niggas
A tru nigga.....ya dig nigga
Chorus (2x)：
(1) so you say you gonna get him nigga
(2) you damn right, i'mma get him
(1) throw a slug in his head nigga
(2) you fuckin right, i'mma split him
(1) do exactly what i said nigga
(2) don't worry about it dawg, its on
(1) cuz i want this nigga dead nigga
(2) off top, this nigga gone
Magic：
Its a shame this all started as a misunderstanding
There is no turning around because my money is demanded
Now i gotta call the fuckin bandit ...d.i.g.
Leavin' muthafucka's where they standing, single handed
Choppin one by fuckin' one and hit me on the cell
When the fuckin' job is fuckin' done
Man do this for me dawg and i'll return the fuckin' favor
Cuz his momma know my face, i mean she's practically my neighbor
But i'm all about my paper we went together on a caper
And i ain't got my ends, this muthafucka gots to pay
I mean 3 people died and i ain't got a fuckin' quarter
But if my plans go right they'll be fo dead by tomorrow
But my heart feels no sorrow, he deserves to fuckin' die
Shit i did all the shootin', this nigga spending mind
He saw the killa in my eyes now he gonna feel my fire
Say bye-bye to the bad guys, yo life has been expired
Chorus：
(1) so you say you gonna get him nigga
(2) you damn right, i'mma get him
(1) throw a slug in his head nigga
(2) you fuckin right, i'mma split him
(1) do exactly what i said nigga
(2) don't worry about it dawg, its on
(1) cuz i want this nigga dead nigga
(2) off top, this nigga gone
(1) so you say you gonna get him nigga
(2) you damn right, i'mma get him
(1) throw a slug in his head nigga
(2) you fuckin right, i'mma split him
(1) do exactly what i said nigga
(2) don't worry about it dawg, its on
(1) cuz i want this nigga dead nigga
(2) off top, this nigga gone
(1) so you say you gonna get him nigga
Magic ＆ d.i.g.：
(1)did you bring me a gift, his head is acceptable or
Fingers or wrist
(2)nah nigga, i got a story lets chill first and discuss this
over
Lobster and fish
(1)man picture this, i apprieciate you spilling his blood and
when you
Ever need this thug it's nothing but love
(2)well dawg, look its all good i know you'll do the same for me
thats
Why i picked up the peace at anytime and put a nigga to sleep
(1)(shhh!!)nigga take these couple g'z and head to hawaii, lay
low until
I say so and i'mma make sho no one follow
(2)nah soldier keep yo money, i don't really need it, i enjoyed
killin'
That nigga while you watchin' him bleed
(1)well, did your dick get hard when he took his last breath, i
just get so
Excited in the presense of death
(2)nah uh, but i can tell you the blunts got rolled, my eyes got
red,
My lungs over filled with smoke
Chorus (2x)：
Magic ＆ d.i.g.：
(1)yo, did you get this nigga
(2)uh huh!!!..i fuckin' got him
(both starts to laugh)
9.Do You Really Want Peace
C-murder talks
Chorus-c-murder
Now do you really want peace
Or do you really want beef-(2x)
You say keep it real
It's all about the game
But when you live the street life
It can bring you so much pain
{c-murder}
Now i'm tryin' and pryin' and
Pullin' dem hoes
Smoking so much green
I just can't feel it no mo'
Now when i'm high ain't no lie
I'm kind of stronger than before
I lose my buzz and i wonder
How that blood go on the floor
Now i'm competing wit' nobody
My gun is bigger
Now i ain't looking for trouble
But i ain't runnin from no nigga
I meet aside for my nigga
Reincarnating get revenge and granting wishes
Leave the bitch wit' his jealous friends
Ain't nothin' mo' dangerous than a man in denial
Ask the hail mary please baptize me in eternal fire
Cause evil lurks behind every door
Papa killed hisself
I guess he couldn't take it no mo'
And livin'young and dumb
Niggas hustlin' for fun
Hoes addicted to dubs like fiends addicted to drugs
My young victims on these killin' fields
Wishin' for peace
But see the opposite of ？？？ is dead-end streets
Chorus-2x
{magic}
Now do you really want beef huh
You showing off in front of dem chessy broads
What i supposed to blow this off
Fuck that shit i'm going off
Say fath let me holla at you about something
You got a light(here)(gunshot blast)
Then i start to dump it
Didn't matter where the fuck we at
You gonna get ya issue
So tell ya papa bye-bye
And i know that he gon' miss you
But my nerves bad and
I don't play no games wit' ya
Now ya mama eyes running masscara she need tissue
Dressed in all black
This could've been avoided
But ya started now you're dearly departed
Hit'em wit' a mickey
Fakin' like a waiter
He drinkin' gin and juice
He'll never taste the flava
A few seconds later he gettin' all dizzy
Fallin',reachin' for the table
Once yoy croos the line fuck peace
And i won't rest until yo' funky ass deceased
Ya heard me
Chorus-2x
Magic talks
Music til fade
10.Club Thang
What's up magic dawg？
Let's go roll to the club, ya dig？
Call ke'noe, carlos and um let my nigga have it.
Doing my club thang, getting my drank on
Smoking on weed and sipping on thug passion
Doing my club thang, getting my dance on
And watching them bitches taking their clothes off
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Hoody hooo in the speaker, girls bouncing and tweaking
Your baby mama on stage, dawg i know you feel played
But i ain't tripping, steady sipping, getting higher then a
blimp
Ask your old lady nigga, i'm a no limit pimp
We won't fall, many plaques on the wall
Smoke weed till i fall, pass it dawg, and tricks shaking like a
dog
Two minutes, i'm in it, won't doubt that i finish
That bitch know i'm no limit, so she know i'm a hit it
What's my name (c-murder)
And what i used to be (a murderer)
And when i hit it, what i'm a do (hurt ya)
And why you let me hit it (you deserve ta)
Doing my club thang, getting my drank on
Smoking on weed and sipping on thug passion
Doing my club thang, getting my dance on
And watching them bitches taking their clothes off
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Do my niggas run this motherfucker (hell yeah)
Now do my niggas run this motherfucker (hell yeah)
Or do the bitches run this motherfucker (hell yeah)
Or do the bitches run this motherfucker (hell yeah)
Lemme hear you say we tru fucking soldiers
(we tru fucking soldiers)
I thought them motherfuckers told ya
(i thought them motherfuckers told ya)
So lemme see what your working with, huh
Lemme see what your working with, what
Lemme see what your working with, huh
Lemme see what your working with, what
Put your motherfucking drank down, huh
Put your motherfucking drank down, huh
Put your motherfucking drank down, huh
Put your motherfucking drank down, huh
Doing my club thang, getting my drank on
Smoking on weed and sipping on thug passion
Doing my club thang, getting my dance on
And watching them bitches taking their clothes off
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down and let's get real with it
Get off the dance floor nigga if you can't deal with it
Still with it, throw your set up
These niggas right here bout to get fucked up
(so what you saying)
Fuck them other niggas cause i'm down with my niggas
Niggas step out the club if you bout handling your business
If you spill your drink on me (you getting fucked up)
If you step on my shoes (you getting fucked up)
If you look at me hard (you getting fucked up)
If you say something wrong (you getting fucked up)
So if you bout it bout it nigga
Get fucked up, get fucked up, get fucked up
Q motherfucking b (q motherfucking b)
Q motherfucking b (q motherfucking b) and mr. magic
(q motherfucking b, q motherfucking b)
(q motherfucking b, it's q motherfucking b)
Doing my club thang, getting my drank on
Smoking on weed and sipping on thug passion
Doing my club thang, getting my dance on
And watching them bitches taking their clothes off
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Put your drank down nigga, put your drank down nigga
Doing my club thang, getting my drank on
Smoking on weed and sipping on thug passion
Doing my club thang, getting my dance on
And watching them bitches taking their clothes off
Put your drank down nigga, put your dance on
Put your drank down nigga
11.Puff Puff
Here's that fire shit right here
Here's that top of the line cali
Ya heard me？
Look.....
Hey brother it's that fire we aint gotta do all that but pass it
You gonna learn how to use that rotation dogg
It's like this..
Chorus 4x
Puff puff pass the shit
Hurry that's doulja bitch
You used to smoking that regular shit
So hurry up and pass it
Pass me the dope man and let me smoke,
High as a kite and i'm bout to choke
I'm so used to it it's hard to cope,
Seems like everything is a joke
Moving in slow motion, crying against the potion
Got me what the feeling i need
I just wanna smoke all day, sippin cran and tangeraie
With my windows down hollerin' at people from 'round my way
Now get this i'm with the good shit i'm through with smoking
bullshit
I gotta connect, that's full in effect, and that's our little
secret
I ain't gonna lie my troubles sorrow, help me put down my
revolver
It gotta be good anytime that i can smoke it with my father
It never harmed me solely or some people say it do
I never heard of no one dying over weed and that's the fucking
truth
So i'ma smoke and i'ma smoke until the day i fucking die
Very seldom you will catch me without a gloss in my eye
Smelling like a pound of indonesia, that other shit will tease
ya
You need something to please ya, send you into seizures
Chorus 4x
Smoking on that fire, really get's me higher,
Keep my fucking mind at ease
Since i been smoking doja,
I can't keep my composure, can you roll another one please？
My moma don't like it but i'ma grown man,
And she just don't understand
That when i'm red i'ma better man, but still bout my cheddar man
I went to jamaica and smoked myself crazy with my lady
Trying to make a baby, right after c-murder paid me
My habit is as own the week, glancing as a nigga as he ease in
peace
So why the fuck the police keep on trippin on me？
I aint about no trouble when i'm high,
You think i won't fight shit i'm too tired
You can cuss me out i look in your face and pass you by
If i was the president i'd make this shit legal
Cause if everybody was high then nobody would think of evil
Am i ever gonna quit this shit？ man you got to be jokin'
As a matter of fact please excuse me while i'm smokin'
Chorus 4x
12.Thank You Lord For My Life
Magic
My lord, our father.
There's so many things i need to say.
And alot of people don't wanna hear it.
But ya know what？
I'm a say it anyway.
I thank you lord for my life
Forgive me lord for complaining so much
I thank you lord for my life
Your the only one that understands my pain
I'm twenty three, i done seen the whole world rot
Every type of crime, loud cheers from the audience,
They was jocking my style
Buck wild, doing my thang, fulfilling my dream
Shit, i remember thinking about back when i was a teen
I know i'm blessed, just having this tank around my chest
Cause every city that i been to homeless people facing death
I shed a tear, could never understand thier pain
Can't even shelter thier own families in the pouring rain
What did they do to deserve this life
Was it so horrible to make them serve a homeless night,
Shit ain't right
Cause we eating, sleeping in good health
What we don't want we throw away, thinking only yourself
People need help, this generation we lost
Crying for what we want, not just crying for what we need
Men have to hunt just to feed
And we complaining bout bullshit
When we should thank him for the smaller things we did get
I thank you lord for my life
Forgive me lord for complaining so much
I thank you lord for my life
Your the only one that understands my pain
I thank you lord for my life
Forgive me lord for complaining so much
I thank you lord for my life
Your the only one that understands my pain
Father i thank you for granting me another day to open my eyes
So i can see my little boy and girl play
Pray for so many worldly things i lust and greed
Got us calling on you mostly when we think that we need
something
And we be running to the bible when we locked up
But when we free we tryin a tear the block up
Negativity's embedded in our brains along with the mental chains
That we wear thanks to the slave masters game
I came to humble myself, cause through your mercy and grace
I got my freedom, my health and my spiritual wealth
My faiths been tested many times, the devil's so busy
But you gave me strength to conquer evil, lord i feel you in me
Please forgive me for the times i haven't been right
And god, i thank you for this precious gift, my life
I love you lord
Lord.
Me and mia.
We do this all for you.
I thank you lord for my life
Forgive me lord for complaining so much
I thank you lord for my life
See, i'm trying to teach the whole world
I thank you lord for my life
Forgive me lord for complaining so much
I thank you lord for my life
Cause it's you that understands my pain
I hear people complain they fat but you blessed, people hungry
What you don't see those children on tv, starving and bony
You phony, would they complain if they could eat half that you
eat
Or maybe sleep some of the places you sleep
I hear people complain they broke but you blessed cause you
living
Better start thanking the lord for the life that you was giving
Not a preacher but i'm preaching to the people i can reach
Tell 'em you say your prayers 'fore you fall asleep
If you ain't saying your prayers then you ain't getting no
blessings
If you ain't getting no blessings, that's why your ass is
stressing
I'm trying to teach a lesson, if you listen to the words i speak
You can see my lord is the quickest way to get back on your feet
Parents should be teaching this just as soon as your born
Wouldn't matter it's out the bible or the holy ahran
Everything is everything and my god is the beginning
With him, no losers, just winners
I thank you lord for my life
Forgive me lord for complaining so much
I thank you lord for my life
You see i'm trying to teach the whole world
I thank you lord for my life
Forgive me lord for complaining so much
I thank you lord for my life
You can truly understand my pain
I thank you lord for my life
I mean, just think about it.
Everybody in this world are sinners.
It never matters to him.
Because we all his children, you know what i'm saying？
Everybody here is capable.
He's coming back someday yall for us.
So you gotta straighten out your life, know what i'm saying？
Stop complaining about all the small things.
Start waking up in the morning and thanking for things that you
have.
You know people that's blind
Will give up everything they have just to have sight.
People with no fingers
Will give up everything they have just to have a hand.
And you get up and you complain about small things.
You can't pay a light bill.
You can't put gas in your car.
But your walking, your breathing.
13.Keep It Gangsta
14.Freaky
Magic (ms. peaches) talking：
You big fine ass motherfucker
I need to know one thing is you freaky？ (oh come on now)
Huh？ i said is you freaky？ ( boy you better stop playing with
me)
You hear what the fuck i'm saying
So don't act like you dont hear me (you crazy)
I need to know is you bout that freak girl
(i aint really tripping)
Alright well if it's on it's on
I need to know is you bout that freak girl
(boy i'm not really tripping)
Alright well if it's on it's on
I need to know is you bout that freak girl
(i said i'm not tripping)
Alright well if it's on it's on
I need to know is you bout that freak girl
(look boy stop playing i said i'm not tripping)
But look look
Verse 1： magic (ms. peaches)
Let me explain my situation before we even conversate
See i'm involved with this female that just can't be replaced
So i'm just looking for a friend are you interested？
Cause i would love to see you butt-naked lying in my bed
You won't regret a mintue just tell me what you like
And i promise to make this the best night of your life
(now would you dine on me？) sure baby only the best
(now would you treat me like a queen？) only if you can pass the
first test
Is the pussy good？ ( you just got to see for yourself)
Well is you cold with it？ (oh believe me this is the best)
It's just me and you and i won't tell nobody
So put your hands on my hips and let your neck get rowdy
If you suck my soul, i'll play with your emotions
So at the point of pentration, your wetter than the ocean
Getting aroused by my every motion
As i'm getting aroused by your victoria secret's lotion
I'm harder than an armadillian, can't fight this feeling
If you get on all four, shoot that ass to the ceiling
As i apply the pressure as she starts to moan
Ohh if it's it's on...look
Why is you biting at that pillow baby, screaming my name？
(because your working that dick, you got me going insane.)
(boy you'se a soilder) i told ya ( how you keeping your
composer？)
Cause right before we started, i smoked three gards of dolja
You getting the dope dick, i prepared for this
Wanted to dick you down before i blasted
The plastic got the bed down better than average
It's only been an hour and she's speaking of marriage
I get upset, but then i start to laugh and i can't blame her
She's been exposed to magic,
No other man can make her feel like i make her feel
(shit i aint trippin on your wife, i'm trying to keep it real)
So what you sayin boo？ cause i'm hoping that i'm hearing you
I told you from the jump there was no future in this
( so what you sayin？ don't i fulfill your biggest fantasy)
Nah to tell you the truth baby you bothering me
I undressed you, only to sex you
Gave you the dick and it must have impressed you
(man you shiesty ass niggas fucking make me sick
I wish i would have known, i would of asked you to lick my clit
Dont you recall the day that you begged for the pussy,
Paided for the pussy)
Yeah but now i got the pussy
(you just a fucking same nigga, aint nothing changed
You just another lame nigga)
Magic (ms. peaches) talking：
Yeah yeah yeah
Whatever save all that shit
You know what？ get the fuck out of i'm sick of your stupid ass
(what？)
(fuck you, i'll get my shit, i knew i shouldn't have been
fucking with you)
I aint got time for all this fucking shit (stupid ass nigga)
I got what the fuck i want, i got what the fuck i want
Get your ass outta here
(fuck you magic you know that) alright alright whatever
(it's cool it's cool
I knew i shouldn't have been fucking with you bitch ass nigga
Fucking make me sick) get ya shit...get ya shit...
(that's what all yall niggas about)
Get ya...get ya shit and get the fuck out
15.We Gonna Ride
Counting down：
4 3 2 1
Chorus x8 (c-murder)
Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)
Verse 1： (c-murder)
Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga i fuck them hoes
I smoke weed, make you bleed and it's time to go
And i walk with the league that's what gangstas do
And say where them dollars at？ like gansta boo
And skee mask on the muthafucken dash my nigga
Cause if you see me that's yo' muthafuckin' ass my nigga
And mr. magic got that chopper for yo' ass my nigga
Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my nigga
I represent that 3 nigga, so fuck what you claim
New orleans is the place where i slang my caine
Red rum, red rum nigga (nigga) look who tried to harm me
I told you muthafuckas no limit is the army (what？) (what？)
If i die, i'll never cry, see the hate in my eye
It's time to ride, muthafucka bye (bye) bye (bye)
I told you muthafuckas dont fuck with tru,
It was a dumb move nigga, now i'm fuckin wit you, biotch
(chorus x8)
Counting down：
(muthafucka, muthafucka) 4 3 2 1
Verse 2： (magic)
They got to kill me to get to you
Before they leave, i'ma have them bitches black and blue,
believe that
Muthafucka you aint heard of us？
Tru til' i die, man we muthafuckin' murderous
＞from the place where them hoes crazy, niggas shady
But i maintain, cause no one could ever fade me
Tru records is the next (what？) cause we the best (what？)
If you dont think so, then you could get the fuck fuck
I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what what
And i aint stopin' til we tear the fuckin' club up
So where my niggas at？ actin' fuckin' fool
And where the bitches at？ show em' that bithces rule
I wonna see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet
Dick so hard that you can't even catch your breath
Smoke your herb nigga and get your drink on
You gave the party, everybody got their dance on
(chorus x8)
C-murder talking：
My nigga (my nigga)
(whats up？) ride or die muthafucka
Tru records (you heard me？)
(whats up？ whats up？) for the tru souljas tru niggas (you heard
me？)
Honk your horn nigga, cause i'm comin' to pick you up magic
(whats up nigga？ get real)
I wonna say whats up to all the deadly apostles outhere
My nigga macadon, tom from the st. t (saint thomas), you dig？
My nigga g'boe, my nigga sam (the calliope) whats up nigga？
Crazy from ruff forever, beelow (whoa) (beelow)
All the muthafuckin' clubs playin' my shit, you dig？
(you know that, you know that, the real shit)
The west, marine, you dig？ monte
Whats up ke'noe nigga？ (deadly sounds)
Ha (what？) this shit real out here boy,
We gonna ride or die, tru for life, you dig？
Pause, watch me out
Chorus x8 until fade
16.Wanna Get Away
Makes me wanna get away
(i wanna get away)
It makes me wanna get away
(i wanna get away)
It makes me wanna get away
(i wanna get away)
It makes me wanna get away
It's not a day go past i don't get a call, somebody need me
And i glance and i see my niggas on the tv
Lying dead, front page of the paper
I close my eyes, wishing i can wish this shit away, but i can't
Four other people died that day
And i know thier families probably feel the same way
Four other families felt the same yesterday
You don't think that's enough reason for us all to pray
Two girls got raped and they lost their virginity in my
viscinity
Six more of my niggas on thier way to penetentaries
Just watch the news, every day it's fuckin problems
They feeding evil to our people, making promise
Quick to point the finger at the mama's
But what about the men's,
They always making promises to make it better
A bad plane crash, j.f.k. jr.
That was the world, my heart goes to ya
Makes me wanna get away
(i wanna get away)
It makes me wanna get away
(i wanna get away)
It makes me wanna get away
(i wanna get away)
It makes me wanna get away
(i wanna get away)
Another morning, ain't nothing changed, devil's still at my door
So i embrace myself for life as i pick my glock up off the floor
Got so many words, lord when will my mind be free
Everything that look gold just ain't gold,
Shit yall would like to be me
I always thought that money would make me happy
But it seems to add to my stress
Believe me i ain't complaining, cause yall know this life is a
mess
I mean i'm blessed, must confess, brought me from the bottom to
the top
But was it a test, the reason i was put in this spot
I lost my daddy when i was only eighteen years old
And i found out that same year this world is colder then a polar
bear
Dig that advantage, life is stressing me out
A nigga got to go through all this bullshit just to make him
some clout
This world is like a puzzle and i'm just trying to fit
Without putting myself on that road to that bottomless pit
Forgive me lord, yall know that i ask something rich
It's just a shame that this life is a bitch
(it makes me wanna get away)
Makes me wanna get away
It makes me wanna get away
(i wanna get away)
It makes me wanna get away
(i wanna get away)
It makes me wanna get away
(i wanna get away)
It makes me wanna get away
(i wanna get away)
17.Thugs
Ok, let the fuckin dogs come through ok？
Get the fuck out the way man
And let the fuckin dogs come through ok？
This belongs to us man.
We the fuckin thugs.
1 - we thugs
What you ain't heard of us, man we motherfuckin murderers
Nigga we thugs
A million dollars ain't easy to touch
Cause us niggaz ain't scared to bust
{repeat 1 x4}
I do my best to keep my past in my past, i remember wearing ski
masks
Running from the taz, busting at they stupid asses
Coward fuckin bastards would love to see my wrapped up in
plastic
With a lock on my casket
But ut uh, ain't goin be none of that
Yall will see me jump in my black 'llac
With the windows down busting back
(man here come the fuckin coppers)
You think i fuckin worry bitch, i got a fuckin chopper
I'm the southerns finest, rewind this
And see if your shit can call me your highness
You can't find this no where else but the south
I love ducking but money is what i'm bout
My career is my necessity, who could the best be
Shit, man you motherfuckers testing me
It's no limit, i leave the war without a motherfucking blemish
Bitch i'm a soldier, i walk in the rain and i won't get wet
You motherfuckers better give me respect
Bitch i'm mr. magic, i thought you knew i was here to cause
havoc
Don't get mad, cause
2 - i'm a thug
What you ain't heard of us, man we motherfuckin murderers
Cause i'm a thug
A million dollars ain't easy to touch
Cause us niggaz ain't scared to bust
{repeat 2 x2}
There you have it. (there you have it baby.)
This has been a mr. magic presentation, ya dig.
Brought to you by tru records.
Millions and millions respect us, ya dig.
Ain't no fakes, ain't no phonies.
Nothing but tru motherfucking homies.
What's up, what's up p？
What's up silkk, what's happening snoop？
Magic, doing your thing.
You put that fucking ninth ward on the map too.
Damn, they goin love you for that boy.
This nigga's straight outta new orleans.
And guess what.
Tru records can't be stopped nigga.
What's up？
18.Ending
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