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| Dj Clue Miscellaneous Magic & Bird Chorus Haven't you heard Platinum makes the amateurs swerve Nature, noreaga like magic & bird Call a timeout, make a quick sub Pull ya rhyme out, and rip it up Nigga rip it up! Nature: I shook hands wit many killas Some did it for fun It's like a rush the way it comes To make the innocent run Niggas brag abotu it And recapture the pain Just to see a young brother getting snatched from his frame Its many ways to do it Anger plays a major role When its done its done Don't try to save ya soul You'll be amazed how quick police learn the businss Nowhere to run young blood You done burned ya bridges A nervous wreck Makin ya calls collect Confessing ta hoes A man of respect Now a vegetable Scorned by the world For being cold-hearted He killed one of his own It's fucked up but he sold product No can do, he got cancelled I watched'em as he tried to pull out But he never got a chance to Just a little man, his bite less than his bark Yo he thought he had a name ti; niggas tested his heart Lossed stripes in the street At nights and sleep at the same time I used ta send'em ta stores and make'em rhyme Had a seed on the way Smoke weed all day Thunwas speedage Didn't think the heat would freeze'em I tried to tell'em Correct'em like convicted felons By the time he realized It's to late, a slug split his melon Seen'em spralled out from the fourth floor In the blink of an eye It was over the killa walked off! Chorus 2x Noreaga: A yo we thugged out, wit illwill on some city shit Keeping it real, while ya niggas on that pretty shit What the dealy wit? Know i only smoke a philly wit Lamma lamma And got a bitch in atlanta And every time i fuck her, yo it's on camera And i'm the freak type, get head and lay meat right Y'all niggas burned bridges I coulda had y'all tight A yo i spit this, tellin' y'all to live wit this I coulda had you in the bank Now you lost ya rank You should blame only ya'self Ya self today You know me Hate to have to do it homey We used to be cool Now it's like you don't know me All that jealously shit Stupidity shit Had me thinkin' on some foul shit Diggin' in ritz Now i'm 98 what My niggas still have fun If i ain't fuckin' wit nate, i'm fucking wit jung Number 1 rule of the game Don't trust no one Likle them weak niggas Yo you know if they trick In ya face, tellin' stories When they lie on they dick While i get cake Live like a cookin beat tape Like that old school shit that he used to make Yo from kansas ta san francis Niggas catch me at the club But i never dances Play the bar close Niggas watchin' me, i'm like a mantis I won't take chances Peep the hair on my chest That's what happen When you drinkin' rade, henney and stress Drink my life away. right away Shoot up ya guess Yo it's me and nate We like two of the best! Chorus2x Nature: I got the whole anchalota The glamour and glitz My name upon the walk of fame Right behing frank sinatra It ain't na da But one for the win column Y'all need to stop frontin' Actin' like y'all big dollar Fraudulent fucks i stay calling ya bluff Causing friction Calling ya chickens, for a quick buff Rippin'em up to some lou rawls shit It ain't a game, you was hot But you lossed it Change ya methods Renevate quick to save the extras Ya mic's hooked up But y'all brains ain't connected It ain't my fault ya niggas came defective I'm the specialist at rap Opposite of pessemis Shots more accurate than petrovic When my shit drop Y'all niggas better check for it Ya gotta love it, the way i'm comin' at you In the purest form The wars on, you thought we would flop Well than ya thought wrong! Chorus2x |
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