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Song title: Dj Clue - Magic Bird

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Chorus
Havent you heard
Platinum makes the amateurs swerve
Nature, noreaga like magic & bird
Call a timeout, make a quick sub
Pull ya rhyme out, and rip it up
Nigga rip it up!

Nature:
I shook hands wit many killas
Some did it for fun
Its like a rush the way it comes
To make the innocent run
Niggas brag abotu it
And recapture the pain
Just to see a young brother getting snatched from his frame
Its many ways to do it
Anger plays a major role
When its done its done
Dont try to save ya soul
Youll be amazed how quick police learn the businss
Nowhere to run young blood
You done burned ya bridges
A nervous wreck
Makin ya calls collect
Confessing ta hoes
A man of respect
Now a vegetable
Scorned by the world
For being cold-hearted
He killed one of his own
Its fucked up but he sold product
No can do, he got cancelled
I watchedem as he tried to pull out
But he never got a chance to
Just a little man, his bite less than his bark
Yo he thought he had a name ti; niggas tested his heart
Lossed stripes in the street
At nights and sleep at the same time
I used ta sendem ta stores and makeem rhyme
Had a seed on the way
Smoke weed all day
Thunwas speedage
Didnt think the heat would freezeem
I tried to tellem
Correctem like convicted felons
By the time he realized
Its to late, a slug split his melon
Seenem spralled out from the fourth floor
In the blink of an eye
It was over the killa walked off!

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Noreaga:
A yo we thugged out, wit illwill on some city shit
Keeping it real, while ya niggas on that pretty shit
What the dealy wit?
Know I only smoke a philly wit
Lamma lamma
And got a bitch in atlanta
And every time I fuck her, yo its on camera
And Im the freak type, get head and lay meat right
Yall niggas burned bridges
I coulda had yall tight
A yo I spit this, tellin yall to live wit this
I coulda had you in the bank
Now you lost ya rank
You should blame only yaself
Ya self today
You know me
Hate to have to do it homey
We used to be cool
Now its like you dont know me
All that jealously shit
Stupidity shit
Had me thinkin on some foul shit
Diggin in ritz
Now Im 98 what
My niggas still have fun
If I aint fuckin wit nate, Im fucking wit jung
Number 1 rule of the game
Dont trust no one
Likle them weak niggas
Yo you know if they trick
In ya face, tellin stories
When they lie on they dick
While I get cake
Live like a cookin beat tape
Like that old school shit that he used to make
Yo from kansas ta san francis
Niggas catch me at the club
But I never dances
Play the bar close
Niggas watchin me, Im like a mantis
I wont take chances
Peep the hair on my chest
Thats what happen
When you drinkin rade, henney and stress
Drink my life away. right away
Shoot up ya guess
Yo its me and nate
We like two of the best!

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Nature:
I got the whole anchalota
The glamour and glitz
My name upon the walk of fame
Right behing frank sinatra
It aint na da
But one for the win column
Yall need to stop frontin
Actin like yall big dollar
Fraudulent fucks I stay calling ya bluff
Causing friction
Calling ya chickens, for a quick buff
Rippinem up to some lou rawls shit
It aint a game, you was hot
But you lossed it
Change ya methods
Renevate quick to save the extras
Ya mics hooked up
But yall brains aint connected
It aint my fault ya niggas came defective
Im the specialist at rap
Opposite of pessemis
Shots more accurate than petrovic
When my shit drop
Yall niggas better check for it
Ya gotta love it, the way Im comin at you
In the purest form
The wars on, you thought we would flop
Well than ya thought wrong!

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