DJ Clue

DJ Clue - Magic & Bird lyrics

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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