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Tuesday, 27 June 2017
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Magic - Paroles


Sky's The Limit - Album




What I Gotta


 







featuring Silkk the Shocker





Police voice:


The subject we got here is a known drug pusher


Sellin drugs in a high crime area


Have you searched him yet?


Yeah he had money he had a beeper on him but uh we got him





Chorus: Mo B. Dick & [Silkk]





I gotta do what I gotta do [gotta have money gotta have game]


And break you off [gotta have heart if you wanna have thangs] x2





Verse 1: Silkk the Shocker





See I'm that type of nigga, gotta do what I gotta


Like send my girl on a plane ride, taped up with keys of narcotic


But I ain't that type of nigga, thats gon' tell you what I'm gon' do


You fuck up, I'm a kill ya, and I put that shit on TRU


See I'm that type of nigga that ride with the rich, kick it with the poor


Just cuz of some shit that I used to do, and my rep


Everybody see me, all of a sudden hit the floor


Rest in peace to my nigga, go head and rest y'all head


Nigga that killed ya, I'm torturin' him, the rest, they dead


So Magic pass me them thangs and let me get 'em (let me get 'em)


Nah I ain't lookin' for you dog


But I'm a fuck you up if you wit 'em (so don't be with 'em)


Now see, I'm that type of nigga, that's gon' ball 'till they fall (fall)


Dollar bills will stay stackin' and gold and platinum on the wall (wall)


Yeah, I'm that type of nigga but I'm wrong cuz I know I'd hit her(hit her)


Right before I leave and drop some of my flows


So when he come on home, you can kill her


Now either you with me dog look , or you oppossed to my shit


Nigga like the ice up on my tank, so fuck it I froze my wrist (stupid)


Now either way you wanna do, choose, let's take it, a chance


Now we can do it how you want to, what you wanna do, we can dance


So don't trip just drop the beat and I'm a drop the heat (heat)


And if this rap shit slow down go to the dope game bitch and cop a key


Whatcha wanna do





Chorus x 4





Verse 2: Magic





I got to be real with ya, I'm that type of nigga that really don't give a fuck


My hobbies was totin' tecks Jack and my first words were give it up


It was hard to maintain, couldn't see myself workin' this 9 to 5


I'd rather be hustlin' on the corner with my niggas, gettin' high


Chancin' my own life, I'm strapped, got a pocketful of bud


But I wouldn't have it no other way, my daddy done raised a thug


I never rooted for the good guys, I was always for the bad (bad)


I guess that's why I got Master P's pictures posted around my pad


My ghetto heroes was drug dealer, killers and cap peelers


I didn't do too bad for myself cuz, now Magic makin' millions


Me and Silkk unbeatable team we can't be stopped (can't be stopped)


We ain't got nothin' to prove to nobody (nothin')


Fuck wit' us, you get popped


It's a brand new generation, and we the children of the future


So I'm gon' do what I gotta do because that's what I'm used to


Either you with me or you against me, ball or nigga fall


But I'm a No Limit Soldier, so I'm comin' for it all





Chorus x 4










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