[Verse 3 - Nas] What, yo I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan From
Verse 1: Thrill Da Playa] Come on, I'm speakin' up All the big-booty girls in the club Wussup with the table-top? Get up on, and make that booty drop
I type lyrical while I conversate Rockin the mic just for my minerals I take it to the streets for steals pity you Get stoned magical, real, as in my miracles Drip Drop
ya'll see! I?m so paid [Verse 2] I am the boss it only takes one call For a driver to hit you up and drop you off that's all Guess what I won't be taking
ya'll see! I'm so paid [Verse 2:] I am the boss it only takes one call For a driver to hit you up and drop you off that's all Guess what I won't be taking
VD's Mike Jordan couldn't burn me if he ate his Wheaties Paid off the referees, and broke both of my knees I'm hot...even Lucifer would get on his knees Beggin' me please, to drop
game hall of fame I'm in like Jerry Rice Money fanatic This nigga known for shootin' sparatic Automatic wit the gadget Lettin' them suckas have it Like magic
on me [Verse 3:] Me naw touch road an lef my own, Haffi go inna di house fah Just in case I gotta put a brain Pon di wall like posta Shot drop inna belly
ready for the raid Let 'em on pull up and watch me spray The F is for death and when I take that first They fuck with 1-0-3 You know ain't no more Snoops
downright rude, downright rude" [J-Zone:] Look, I give a hoe no hook, what she gon' do for me? She'll be feelin like a Knick fan and I'm Reggie shootin 3
that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" [x3] "Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery "Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" [x3
luccily Get cut in three I'm a fuccin beast I tucc the three Fifty-seven and keep me revin' Mr. Tech Ryhme, pure white cocaine spit not even stepped on Sort of like blue magic
the baddest mothafucka from around the way I get a little dizzy when I smoke a J Fuck a bitch and a hoe like every day The magical thug, Califa Thug
machine with the high speed cassette tape Now keep in mind, I was a fan But as MC's we all are And very few of us become stars (stars) Went from blastin' Magic
it up a little Bad broads in the middle Drop it to the flo Drop it to the flo Drop it to the flo Drop it real drop it real low Yea there you go Baby there
(feat. Kanye West) Til the casket drops Third times a charm right? Hehe ha Come on! [Verse 1:] I'm kinda like a big deal It's unbelievable u see my
(feat. Magic, Mr. Serv On) (*Helicopter propeller*) (Whisper getting louder) Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga (C-Murder) Real motherfuckin
what tha fuck they want We some high school drop-outs wit high class jobs Gettin weight from outta state And tell em we got robbed Calhoun Jeans brand new ride pockets fat 3
