Songtext Magic & bird Dj Clue

Magic & bird

ChorusHaven't you heardplatinum makes the amateurs swerve
Nature, Noreaga like Magic & Birdcall a timeout, make a quick subpull ya rhyme out, and rip it upnigga rip it up!Nature:
I shook hands wit many killassome did it for funit's like a rush the way it comesto make the innocent runniggas brag abotu itand recapture the painjust to see a young brother getting snatched from his frameits many ways to do itanger plays a major rolewhen its done its donedon't try to save ya soulyou'll be amazed how quick police learn the businssnowhere to run young bloodyou done burned ya bridgesa nervous wreckmakin ya calls collectconfessing ta hoesa man of respectnow a vegetablescorned by the worldfor being cold-heartedhe killed one of his ownit's fucked up but he sold productno can do, he got cancelled
I watched'em as he tried to pull outbut he never got a chance tojust a little man, his bite less than his barkyo he thought he had a name ti; niggas tested his heartlossed stripes in the streetat nights and sleep at the same time
I used ta send'em ta stores and make'em rhymehad a seed on the waysmoke weed all daythunwas speedagedidn't think the heat would freeze'emI tried to tell'emcorrect'em like convicted felonsby the time he realizedit's to late, a slug split his melonseen'em spralled out from the fourth floorin the blink of an eyeit was over the killa walked off!CHORU
S 2xNoreaga:
A yo we thugged out, wit ILLWILL on some city shitkeeping it real, while ya niggas on that pretty shitwhat the dealy witàknow I only smoke a philly witlamma lammaand got a bitch in Atlantaand every time I fuck her, yo it's on cameraand I'm the freak type, get head and lay meat righty'all niggas burned bridges
I coulda had y'all tighta yo I spit this, tellin' y'all to live wit this
I coulda had you in the banknow you lost ya rankyou should blame only ya'selfya self todayyou know mehate to have to do it homeywe used to be coolnow it's like you don't know meall that jealously shitstupidity shithad me thinkin' on some foul shitdiggin' in ritznow I'm 98 whatmy niggas still have funif i ain't fuckin' wit Nate, I'm fucking wit Jungnumber 1 rule of the gamedon't trust no onelikle them weak niggasyo you know if they trickin ya face, tellin' storieswhen they lie on they dickwhile I get cakelive like a cookin Beat tapelike that old school shit that he used to makeyo from Kansas ta San Francisniggas catch me at the clubbut i never dancesplay the bar closeniggas watchin' me, I'm like a mantis
I won't take chancespeep the hair on my chestthat's what happenwhen you drinkin' rade, henney and stressdrink my life away. right awayshoot up ya Guessyo it's me and Natewe like two of the best!CHORUS2XNature:
I got the whole anchalotathe glamour and glitzmy name upon the walk of fameright behing Frank Sinatrait ain't na dabut one for the win columny'all need to stop frontin'actin' like y'all big dollarfraudulent fucks I stay calling ya bluffcausing frictioncalling ya chickens, for a quick buffrippin'em up to some Lou Rawls shitit ain't a game, you was hotbut you lossed itchange ya methodsrenevate quick to save the extrasya mic's hooked upbut y'all brains ain't connectedit ain't my fault ya niggas came defectiveI'm the specialist at rapopposite of pessemisshots more accurate than Petrovicwhen my shit dropy'all niggas better check for itya gotta love it, the way I'm comin' at youin the purest formthe wars on, you thought we would flopwell than ya thought wrong!CHORUS2
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