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MAGIC! - Down Here lyrics

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[Hook - 2x]

Round here, there's nothing but thug niggas

Down here, nothing but hard heads

Round here, nothing but straight killas down here

And if you really wanna know



[Magic]

I'm from the city of the wickedest, cut throat connivers

We keeps it gutter, till the day that we die

We roam the streets at dark, all we got to survive

Is our hands and our heart, our balls and our word

Just for sitting in my hood, I be screaming until I'm horse

You ever touch one of mine, I'm coming for you and yours

If you ain't got to jack in the murder, you ain't shit

When you hear the blacka-blacka, you know somebody got hit

Hope it ain't none of mine, and if it's mine

I be coming to get you die trying, survival of the fittest

We the sickest no disrespect, but these boys got heart

It could be the dope, but these boys play the part

Murder capital, just a couple years back

In my city, itching to put us right back on the map

When you hear the click-clack, you know it's time to smash

Playa in chest-tolic, catch a bullet in the ass



[Hook - 2x]



[Magic]

I still hustled the block, I keep on cock the 17 shots

I'm a 9th Ward nigga, so I can't be stopped

Fill a X fill a boy, whatever get us high

With money on my mind, so somebody bound to die

Be careful what you say, cause if my people feel played

You bound to get sprayed, hole in your fade

I'm in between your braids, we love cracking domes

We love car jacking, and breaking in people homes

Love concealing weapons, illegal firearms

I'm a felon, ain't no papers on this pistol in my palm

Suicidal, murder mo' common than crawfish

Nigga die, we second line ain't that a (bi-ay-itch)

Nigga got your number, no need to wonder

Who put, lil' whodi under

Crooked ass police force, them the biggest dope dealers

New Orleans made us killas my nigga, you got to feel us



[Hook - 2x]



This for my thug and thugettes, niggas in the ghet's

Throw up your hood nigga, represent your set



[Hook - 2x]



(*talking*)

Look come on, come on, keep it real

No other nigga gon thug like me

Tear up a club like me, whack a nigga for free

Beat down the police, spit in the judge face

Slap a mo'fucker if he get out of place

Down here, what
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