Dj Clue - Magic Bird Lyrics
ChorusHavent you heardPlatinum makes the amateurs swerveNature, noreaga like magic & birdCall a timeout, make a quick subPull ya rhyme out, and rip it upNigga rip it up!Nature:I shook hands wit many killasSome did it for funIts like a rush the way it comesTo make the innocent runNiggas brag abotu itAnd recapture the painJust to see a young brother getting snatched from his frameIts many ways to do itAnger plays a major roleWhen its done its doneDont try to save ya soulYoull be amazed how quick police learn the businssNowhere to run young bloodYou done burned ya bridgesA nervous wreckMakin ya calls collectConfessing ta hoesA man of respectNow a vegetableScorned by the worldFor being cold-heartedHe killed one of his ownIts *****ed up but he sold productNo can do, he got cancelledI watchedem as he tried to pull outBut he never got a chance toJust a little man, his bite less than his barkYo he thought he had a name ti; niggas tested his heartLossed stripes in the streetAt nights and sleep at the same timeI used ta sendem ta stores and makeem rhymeHad a seed on the waySmoke weed all dayThunwas speedageDidnt think the heat would freezeemI tried to tellemCorrectem like convicted felonsBy the time he realizedIts to late, a slug split his melonSeenem spralled out from the fourth floorIn the blink of an eyeIt was over the killa walked off!Chorus 2xNoreaga:A yo we thugged out, wit illwill on some city shitKeeping it real, while ya niggas on that pretty shitWhat the dealy wit?Know I only smoke a philly witLamma lammaAnd got a ***** in atlantaAnd every time I ***** her, yo its on cameraAnd Im the freak type, get head and lay meat rightYall niggas burned bridgesI coulda had yall tightA yo I spit this, tellin yall to live wit thisI coulda had you in the bankNow you lost ya rankYou should blame only yaselfYa self todayYou know meHate to have to do it homeyWe used to be coolNow its like you dont know meAll that jealously shitStupidity shitHad me thinkin on some foul shitDiggin in ritzNow Im 98 whatMy niggas still have funIf I aint *****in wit nate, Im *****ing wit jungNumber 1 rule of the gameDont trust no oneLikle them weak niggasYo you know if they trickIn ya face, tellin storiesWhen they lie on they dickWhile I get cakeLive like a cookin beat tapeLike that old school shit that he used to makeYo from kansas ta san francisNiggas catch me at the clubBut I never dancesPlay the bar closeNiggas watchin me, Im like a mantisI wont take chancesPeep the hair on my chestThats what happenWhen you drinkin rade, henney and stressDrink my life away. right awayShoot up ya guessYo its me and nateWe like two of the best!Chorus2xNature:I got the whole anchalotaThe glamour and glitzMy name upon the walk of fameRight behing frank sinatraIt aint na daBut one for the win columnYall need to stop frontinActin like yall big dollarFraudulent *****s I stay calling ya bluffCausing frictionCalling ya chickens, for a quick buffRippinem up to some lou rawls shitIt aint a game, you was hotBut you lossed itChange ya methodsRenevate quick to save the extrasYa mics hooked upBut yall brains aint connectedIt aint my fault ya niggas came defectiveIm the specialist at rapOpposite of pessemisShots more accurate than petrovicWhen my shit dropYall niggas better check for itYa gotta love it, the way Im comin at youIn the purest formThe wars on, you thought we would flopWell than ya thought wrong!Chorus2x
