MAGIC!

MAGIC! - Hustler lyrics

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(*talking*)

This for my niggas, 9th Ward bound

Cross the canal, and the CTC

I'm still thuggin' nigga, ha-ha

Ya heard me



[Magic]

Ain't nothing changed, still struggling trying to make an advance

I got a little loot, but I'm tired of spending hundreds of grands

I'm trying to blow a mill you feel me, never even missing

And me and my niggas have been rude, getting fitted

We destined to ball, we different from y'all

Y'all like to shop, but we'd rather buy out the mall

Gots no friends, I gots to keep the fam with me

Has no pity gon bust bust, until empty

Out of love nigga, I...full of blood nigga

As somebody getting drugged nigga

I tried changing, but I guess this shit is deep in the blood

I guess that's why my mama calls me a thug, but still



[Chorus]

Take a walk through my hood

And everything seems to be a-o.k

See my niggas on the block still hustling

Living life, day by day

Don't get mad at us, just understand

That that's the way, playas play

Society done showed us the money

And the cars, and made us this way



We forever be some hustlers, don't trust us

Because we motherfucking hustlers - 4x



[Magic]

Now you can call me greedy

But I envy niggas balling harder

Then up comes, the 9th Ward shit starter

I'm the definition, it don't gets no clearer

Genuine, hundred percent, thug nigga

Full of fire, try me feel my flames

And let me prove, ain't a damn thang changed

Uh-huh, I'm thuggin' for my niggas, let it be heard

I represent the 9th no, disrespect to the Third

I got a obligation to show the world, how we thuggin'

How we does it, Orleans buzzers, I'll be there for you cousin

To smoke with you, choke with you, maybe crack a joke with you

Cause I use to be broke with you



[Chorus]



We hustlas, we hustlas

Uh-huh, we motherfucking hustlas

I said we hustlas, nigga we hustlas

Uh-huh, we motherfucking hustlas



[Magic]

25 years of bullshit, 25 years of

Stashing rocks, under my lip

25 years of trying to get rich quick, trying to hit a lick

Trying to make a dolla, out of fifteen cents

I hustler harder than the average, kidnapping

And jacking, happens to be my favorite

See I did this on the regular nigga

I move swift like the Predator, nigga

To anialate my competitor, and to add to my decimals

See I ran with professionals, niggas

With big testicles, that's down for whatever

Put my life on the line, to keep my family straight

You niggas die when you in my way, motherfuckers



[Chorus]



(*talking*)

I did this here for my mo'fuckers, I ain't gon lie

I love you niggas from the bottom of my mo'fucking heart

9th Ward till the day I die, if a nigga can't respect that

Tell em stay the fuck out my face, cross the canal nigga
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