buyin' cribs And I smoke wit Vice Lords when I visit Mississip The game never change, money still a focal But it's time to rape tha game like Puffy
once theres no use fo her Hook: I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what the fuck you thank all day ery day it aint a fuckin game them suckers
me And do that [Juicy J] Wait a second freak I know you from the streets My nigga Hurry T Has seen you through his mean They call you little red
broke em all down and we all got high, our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, we like that
not a game I'm from the dirty dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weed With the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain meng Rap game, crack game
t be surrounded Astounded and amazed praise like two common I have nothing in common with the layman and the plane I shake magic like a shaman on a red
the jag and dip Nag a bitch and flag a ship Over there like a bag of chips Whodini and genie out of a bikini that's a magic trick Abra Kadabra, I caught
you're not wanted (Organize) No one can do it better If the battle of the races was a basketball game, who'd reign? Look for the blacks we have Strickland Ewing Magic
number one, one, in a red red rum........ rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red [Chorus to fade]
One, one, then it red, red rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum But it red, red rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, but it red, red rum Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor Mr. Magic
't pave the way What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way I remember Mr. Magic Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL
headed back to they bodies They coming out the graves I do the splits like Prince And shoot rattlesnakes out my fucking fingertips I make the sky red
not, they headed back to they bodies They coming out the graves I do the splits like Prince And shoot rattlesnakes out my fucking fingertips I make the sky red
Like He-Man, so who do I be man? You callin me sick But you're the one that's tongue kissin your girl After she sucked my dick Playin role games, when
yo game Its magic baby Open that bottle of Ciroc..light up on And lets go, ye ye , thats right [Verse 1- Game] Like a Don, walk in the club with red
gettin' yo pimp on (Pimp, pimp on) Then get ya pimp on Yeah, Bishop Don Magic Juan Ain't no shame, in my game Good game is happenin' everywhere Playa
killin' 'em Got everybody watchin' but who gone stop me? The vert game sowed up Somebody tried some mo shit 'bout some ole shit T Double done switched the game