Magic

Magic - Creepers lyrics

[talking:]

Yo come on, I'm doing this shit for my nigga Mac

I'ma keep shit hot and popping, till you back home baby

For my niggaz in the South, these niggaz don't understand

[Hook: x2]

You wan' creep with the creepers, ride with the riders

Dance with the devil, the cut throat connivers

Nothing before fam, we keep this tight like pliers

Fuck with us, we'll set this bitch on fire

[Magic:]

Look, you got a couple issues need fixing

From now on in the billboard charts, your shit's missing

No name, no dissing

That's not my style, I only beef with my fist

And I only fuck with a few, and that's my crew

Cause they gon wild out, and do the same shit I do

We smoke humps, when we locked up

We stay locked up, because we known to tear the block up

9th Ward, is the cave I dwell in

When I fell in, I became a two time felon

Trying to switch negatives, to the positive

I chose rap, cause that's where the money is

I'm bout to do this, like the dope game

Increase the product, got every CD shelf stocked up

Cause I'm a hustler, drug smuggler

Head buster, I'm a no good motherfucker

I'm here to flush out, the cast-aways

Rappers riding all the shit, they did yesterday

Cause it's a new era, mo' cheddar

My pockets street, so my rhymes got better

You think a Southern nigga, can't rap

But that's a paying not fact, so they sent me to handle that

You got a grudge, against Master P

Because he got more loochie, than you coward niggaz'll ever see

Plus he got me, the annihalator

Probation violator, there's none greater

You ain't gon spend, seventeen on my shit

And feel played, cause they only got a couple hits

My album, you won't believe

I work so damn hard, my hair line's receding

I'm like Jada, kiss the game goodbye

Let's push the weak to the side, let the strong niggaz ride

[Hook]

[Magic:]

Grab a seat, nigga take a listen

Am I the nigga, that you should be dissing I think not

My flows run deeper, like the Mississippi

Go against this nigga, it won't be pretty

You need a prescription, to cop this

And a hundred niggaz, with hundred round clips won't try and stop this

Lyrically, I'm so versatile

I could rap on a Frank Sinatra track, and rock the crowd

So think, before you speak

Cause New Orleans niggaz, don't beef we creep and uh

Like we creeping, to the top of this food chain

Southern niggaz took a spot, in this rap game

We ignorant, because we never had fortune

We'll share the game, but y'all take a smaller portion

We always, in motion

Getting rid of us, is harder than getting rid of abortions

[Hook x2]

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