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  • Magic Magic - Down Here Lyrics

           

    [Hook - 2x]
    Round here, there's nothing but thug niggas
    Down here, nothing but hard heads
    Round here, nothing but straight killas down here
    And if you really wanna know

    [Magic]
    I'm from the city of the wickedest, cut throat connivers
    We keeps it gutter, till the day that we die
    We roam the streets at dark, all we got to survive
    Is our hands and our heart, our balls and our word
    Just for sitting in my hood, I be screaming until I'm horse
    You ever touch one of mine, I'm coming for you and yours
    If you ain't got to jack in the murder, you ain't shit
    When you hear the blacka-blacka, you know somebody got hit
    Hope it ain't none of mine, and if it's mine
    I be coming to get you die trying, survival of the fittest
    We the sickest no disrespect, but these boys got heart
    It could be the dope, but these boys play the part
    Murder capital, just a couple years back
    In my city, itching to put us right back on the map
    When you hear the click-clack, you know it's time to smash
    Playa in chest-tolic, catch a bullet in the ass

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Magic]
    I still hustled the block, I keep on cock the 17 shots
    I'm a 9th Ward nigga, so I can't be stopped
    Fill a X fill a boy, whatever get us high
    With money on my mind, so somebody bound to die
    Be careful what you say, cause if my people feel played
    You bound to get sprayed, hole in your fade
    I'm in between your braids, we love cracking domes
    We love car jacking, and breaking in people homes
    Love concealing weapons, illegal firearms
    I'm a felon, ain't no papers on this pistol in my palm
    Suicidal, murder mo' common than crawfish
    Nigga die, we second line ain't that a (bi-ay-itch)
    Nigga got your number, no need to wonder
    Who put, lil' whodi under
    Crooked ass police force, them the biggest dope dealers
    New Orleans made us killas my nigga, you got to feel us

    [Hook - 2x]

    This for my thug and thugettes, niggas in the ghet's
    Throw up your hood nigga, represent your set

    [Hook - 2x]

    (*talking*)
    Look come on, come on, keep it real
    No other nigga gon thug like me
    Tear up a club like me, whack a nigga for free
    Beat down the police, spit in the judge face
    Slap a mo'fucker if he get out of place
    Down here, what

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