Testi:
Magic Keep It Gangsta

Is it greed or green, that keep me making these moves Hit the block with precision, and chop it up like confetti I go to the extreme, to keep my pockets

the place that gave our little town its name It looked like a castle but it was where they made the cement at To us it was such a magic place We made

Bronx+ The Juice Crew got stomped, lick two shot POM! POM! Really it was Magic's fault Always wanna diss somebody, he got put to a halt It's wack, when

I got my Locs who serve 'em Snoops with a fat sack I keep the pistol in my pocket cause I watch my own damn back When I ??? him It's Freeze so you won

and can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd

of rocks Hustle hard for my spot, can't let a nigga take it Every mic that I touch, it's fa sho I'ma break it Got these hoes getting naked mayn, taking

London Relaxation in Bora Bora Got notion to bring it... sing it Love up in my function Stonin... robbin We hiestin merchandise and gunnin Love it... leave it

my nuts like a beat, huh I'm bout it, bout it, but niggas like you, I doubt it, doubt it I come thru, drinkin blue lookin bout it, bout it Ready for the

wanna, I keep one in the chamber" [BRONCOE] Break it down or switch your blow, that's how we run this shit Light it up, take a hit - and give it up your