(Go left, go left, go left right left) 'Cause sometimes you just feel tired You feel weak and when you feel weak (Go left, go left, go left right left
battlers It's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire So I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank Put a banana in your tailpipe So the car can fit the driver
showing love and striking up a match and its so explosive and im guilty just like everybody else when im talkin to yall im talkin to self. i know yall tired
Im just in the game and the Key-C aint gonna quit, Im steady steady hustlin steady steady strugglin, boys dont know and Im tired of mean muggin, so I
' nephew heartbroken Seein' Daddy in a cage at that age, it fuck ya' mind up So at this stage in the game, I gots to really get my grind up So you gon
t goin out like I wonder what woulda happened, If I'd never given up, Kept on rappin. Been so many years of blood, sweat and tears, Fears to overcome, so
in belong pawn shops where we resold 'em And going in we let the fiends hold 'em Fake aliases, no driver's license or socials But we cold cheek shit, so
their girlies on it Paris is the dog, much doper than morphine Sick with the style so you can say you've seen The radical magical man, master of master-plan So
y'all ain't know. I got them gold wrappers like 500 sold. Got that deep love, purify that woman so. Get it so good, I make that mothafucka somersault.
's right, we are the best Everywhere we go, every time we do a show Everybody wants to know how we make em say ho The way we do is not a magical trick
that Some rock and roll ninja bit the head off a rat Let's march in his concert and chant him to hell Cause he's so fuckin TERRIBLE! Meanwhile his record
If I licked your pussy Would you suck my dick? I got you moanin like the bitches in the porno flicks Pull your panties to the side so I can dig you out
straighter than before No comfort has the fire that night That lights the face so cold. Ohhh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The magic
d hung between the billboards, so cheaper seats could see Johnny rock that golden circle, and all those VIP's And that music that had freed us became a tired
projects Can't even get credit cards and they momma stay in projects How is that? Scracth my head, somethin' don't seem right Your teeth full of ice so
the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high cause it feels so good [Chorus] It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good (When
t we fight it? Weren't we hard? Holdin' back a friend of mine All the way come home Aren't we the ones who never got tired? Wasn't it magic? The flames
ya heard me Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira, Fiend Head counts to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede And we gon' do it like this here, ya heard me [Hook: Magic