MAGIC!

MAGIC! - What I Gotta lyrics

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Police voice:
 The subject we got here is a known drug pusher
 Sellin drugs in a high crime area
 Have you searched him yet?
 Yeah  he had money  he had a beeper on him  but uh  we got him

 Chorus: Mo B. Dick & [Silkk]

 I gotta do what I gotta do [gotta have money  gotta have game]
 And break you off [gotta have heart  if you wanna have thangs] x2

 Verse 1: Silkk the Shocker

 See I'm that type of nigga, gotta do what I gotta
 Like send my girl on a plane ride, taped up with keys of narcotic
 But I ain't that type of nigga, thats gon' tell you what I'm gon' do
 You fuck up, I'm a kill ya, and I put that shit on TRU
 See I'm that type of nigga that ride with the rich, kick it with the poor
 Just cuz of some shit that I used to do, and my rep
 Everybody see me, all of a sudden hit the floor
 Rest in peace to my nigga, go head and rest y'all head
 Nigga that killed ya, I'm torturin' him, the rest, they dead
 So Magic pass me them thangs and let me get 'em (let me get 'em)
 Nah I ain't lookin' for you dog
 But I'm a fuck you up if you wit 'em (so don't be with 'em)
 Now see, I'm that type of nigga, that's gon' ball 'till they fall (fall)
 Dollar bills will stay stackin' and gold and platinum on the wall (wall)
 Yeah, I'm that type of nigga but I'm wrong cuz I know I'd hit her(hit her)
 Right before I leave and drop some of my flows
 So when he come on home, you can kill her
 Now either you with me dog look , or you oppossed to my shit
 Nigga like the ice up on my tank, so fuck it I froze my wrist (stupid)
 Now either way you wanna do, choose, let's take it, a chance
 Now we can do it how you want to, what you wanna do, we can dance
 So don't trip just drop the beat and I'm a drop the heat (heat)
 And if this rap shit slow down go to the dope game bitch and cop a key
 Whatcha wanna do

 Chorus x 4

 Verse 2: Magic

 I got to be real with ya, I'm that type of nigga that really don't give a fuck
 My hobbies was totin' tecks Jack and my first words were give it up
 It was hard to maintain, couldn't see myself workin' this 9 to 5
 I'd rather be hustlin' on the corner with my niggas, gettin' high
 Chancin' my own life, I'm strapped, got a pocketful of bud
 But I wouldn't have it no other way, my daddy done raised a thug
 I never rooted for the good guys, I was always for the bad (bad)
 I guess that's why I got Master P's pictures posted around my pad
 My ghetto heroes was drug dealer, killers and cap peelers
 I didn't do too bad for myself cuz, now Magic makin' millions
 Me and Silkk unbeatable team we can't be stopped (can't be stopped)
 We ain't got nothin' to prove to nobody (nothin')
 Fuck wit' us, you get popped
 It's a brand new generation, and we the children of the future
 So I'm gon' do what I gotta do because that's what I'm used to
 Either you with me or you against me, ball or nigga fall
 But I'm a No Limit Soldier, so I'm comin' for it all

 Chorus x 4
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Language: English

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