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MAGIC lyrics : "What U Gonna Do"

[Hook:]
What the $#&@, you ^!$$%z gon do
When my ^!$$%z, come running for you - 2x

What the $#&@, you hoes gon do
When my ^!$$%z come, spitting that game
We pimps, playas macks

Believe that baby, ain't a damn thing changed

[Magic:]

I'm in my Navigator, passing up all the haters
I give em holla like, why shaggy I'll see you later
I'm with my $#&@ing crew, we 9th Ward forever

So stay the $#&@ away from us, is what you ^!$$%z better
We taking all the cheddar, my crew be the hardest
We may be few, but we damn sho' shouldn't be disregarded

You see us in them clubs, hanging out with the thugs
And surrounded by a bunch of (*##$es, showing us love
Smoking the finest doe-doe, $#&@ with us a no-no

I'll have to get the fo'-fo', I don't wan' kill no black folk
So keep your distance shaggy, understand lil' whodie
'Fore I be locked in handcuffs, back down with Sheriff Foldy

When y'all was flipping pilla's, I was fighting with killers
Charging twenty G's to get rid of, every #~!!@ ^!$$%
Another bad creation, so don't try my patience

I kill for fun, like it's a ragreation

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[Magic:]
And to you sheisty (*##$es, looking for my riches

I bought twenty acres of land, and dug twenty ditches
See I refuse to let go, of a single peso
So stay the $#&@ up off of me, you trifling garbage stank hoe

This ain't for all the women, just the gold diggers
All up in a ^!$$% face, cause I got a couple figgas
I know how to treat a woman, if she got some class

But if she don't, she'll get a foot up in her $#&@ing $$#
See I'm a playa baby, I got a reputation
Get booty calls from superstars, all across the nation

They call me the dicksman, I coulda been in !@$^o
Ask them hoes about my magic, see if I'm fa sho though
I keep's it on the low-low, cause if my wifey do that

She'd prolly buy a Louis slugger, whip a ^!$$% blue-black
See I'm a casanova, mixed with a little rover
I'm more doggy than Snoop, when I'm in them hoes over


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[Magic:]
I'm bout my millions, I stay away from fonies
I keep my ^!$$%z with me, to $#&@ all these tenderonies

By 2001, I should be international
Hoes in every city, that shouldn't be a hassle
Now let's be rational, who could withstand this

I'm here to show that every rapper, in the world is pissed
Me and my ^!$$%z balling, you and your ^!$$%z falling
You ain't know me last year, so ^!$$% keep'a calling

It's all about my family, I know you can't stand me
That's all fine and dandy, I'll see you at the Grammy's
Sitting next...then my lesson cycle

Bling-blinging on his $$#, Roley ice is so cold
I'm buying brand new Bentleys, off the showroom flo'
Then raffle the (*##$ off, to the homeless and po'

It's my time my ^!$$%, so part the red sea
And wait till you mother$#&@ers, get a load of me ha


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