[talking:]
Listen, I wouldn't give a $#&@ if I get Ross Perot rich
You'll never catch me slipping, that's on the one ^!$$%

I keep %#@! tight cause I'm a solid ^!$$%, you heard me
Even when I'm smoking on some doe-doe, or sipping on some mo-mo
I always keep the 4-4, what what


[Magic:]
You $#&@ing with ^!$$%z, that's bout chilling

You $#&@ing with ^!$$%z, that's bout killing and digging a lot of holes
You playing with grown men, that'll beat you to mush
No matter the money or power, you could be touched

Ashes to ashes, ^!$$% dust to dust
You shorten your own life, when you $#&@ with us
See I was nurtured, by the bosom of the block

That told me in a heated situation, grab the glock and pop
Unil it stops and never turn back, you understand
Soon as you feel remorse, them ^!$$%z got the upper hand

You'll never, catch this ^!$$% slipping
My periferal vision, one big up on your on intentions so


[Hook: x2]
So even when you catch me, smoking on the doe-doe
Or sipping, on a taste of mo-mo

I never leave the crib, without the fo'-fo' that's a no-no
Somebody leaving with a bo-bo, up in they go-go


[Magic:]
Repetitive ^!$$%z I go against, they don't have a chance
They won't survive, they'll tell you I'm a hell of a man

I devour the weak, and dissesemble the strong
So called rappers, with song after song
When will the world understand, that I can't be stopped

It won't be as easy, as it was with Pac
I'm smarter now, took a situation and learned
Can't trust a ^!$$%, cause ^!$$%z'll get you burned

Watch paparazzi, a lot of stories'll turn
Trying to get you killed, behind the same money you earn
Shot my dog, scared of the power that he possessed

But it ain't over ^!$$%, guess who's next

[Hook x2]


[Magic:]
Give me a reason, I'll open fire like it's kill-a-^!$$% season

You heathens, don't deserve breathing
I suck the life out of your body, with every word that I speak
And when I'm finished, I'm hoping that that you deceased

I keep my enemies close, watch they moves I ain't no fool
Just because, I dropped out of school
It's called common sense, and street smarts

Too much heart'll get you tossed in the park, ^!$$% lost in the dark
I live the laws of my land, where it's kill or be killed
So don't question, if this pistol in my hand is real

Don't question if the stories, that you heard are real
Just understand ^!$$%, this is how I was born for real


[Hook x3]