Durk what up, where you at? I'm on Normal, gang What you tryna do? Throwin' stacks at Magic, today's Monday right? So we at that bitch come on, 'bout to pull up
Let's go to Magic (let's go to Magic) Don't forget the ratchets (please don't forget 'em) I know we in Atlanta (we in Atlanta) But shit still will get tragic (shit'll get tragic) You know we some street niggas (know we some street niggas) Make a livin' off rappin' (living off rapping) When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up) You know niggas be watchin' and talkin' about slidin' I know some killers that want me dead (know some killers that want me dead) I know some killers that want me dead (I know some killers that want me dead) Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head (shit on my head) And they got some killers around 'em (they got some killers around 'em) And they know how to play it (know how to play it) But I got some killers don't want me dead I got some killers don't want me dead (I got some killers don't want me dead) I know some killers that want me dead (I know some killers that want me dead) I got some killers don't want me dead (I got some killers don't want me dead) I know some killers that want me dead (I know some killers that want me dead)
I hang wit niggas that hang wit the niggas That hang wit the killas that kill all the killers I be wit niggas who hang with the niggas Who hang wit the rappers who take all the skrilla Go to Chicago and go to Red Diamond They bookin' Tee Grizzley they know that I'm wit him Why you keep barkin, they ain't check the artist We all in the section got 50's on 50's Real niggas, street niggas And we gon' link wit the gangs And we come to yo city (gang gang) I need VIP bar Them dracos gotta be close to us We don't fuck with no rappers So I never show, can't let chubbs get close to em You post want flyers, I'ma hire every killer in the city Try to go to it They ain't got no buzz They don't show no love I know some cuz, bloods They cool with us, ya I know some shorties that's still up in school You tweakin' cuz they is gone kill for a stack You poppin' them xanies you better not lack You play wit the dead, no takin it back
Let's go to Magic (let's go to Magic) Don't forget the ratchets (please don't forget 'em) I know we in Atlanta (we in Atlanta) But shit still will get tragic (shit'll get tragic) You know we some street niggas (know we some street niggas) Make a livin' off rappin' (living off rapping) When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up) You know niggas be watchin' and talkin' about slidin' I know some killers that want me dead (know some killers that want me dead) I know some killers that want me dead (I know some killers that want me dead) Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head (shit on my head) And they got some killers around 'em (they got some killers around 'em) And they know how to play it (know how to play it) But I got some killers don't want me dead I got some killers don't want me dead (I got some killers don't want me dead) I know some killers that want me dead (I know some killers that want me dead) I got some killers don't want me dead (I got some killers don't want me dead) I know some killers that want me dead (I know some killers that want me dead)
My opps don't die everyday That's 'cause I ain't beefin' wit rookies Yo enemies saw you and didn't do nothin' That's 'cause you be beefin' with pussies I got some Crips, that's killas Them niggas will murk you and go pray to Tookie I got four bloods with 50's Don't tweak unless you can duck two hundred bullets Me and Durk go there, they ain't pattin' us down Get the sticks in and we pass 'em around I feel at home when I'm out of town I be 300 like Kevin, no Leonidas Me and Roc still sendin' out J-Pays Opps on the gram say he on nay-pay He say he on live, login from a fake page They over there, go get that drac' thang Free my nigga, Mark Meezy Used to lay in niggas bushes Yo mama died, that's yo fault, We was tryna get you, niggas got tired of lookin' A nigga get he ups on me? I know them niggas gon' cook me If I beef wit a rapper, I'ma book him Come to my shows, I'm strapped wit a .40
Let's go to Magic (let's go to Magic) Don't forget the ratchets (please don't forget 'em) I know we in Atlanta (we in Atlanta) But shit still will get tragic (shit'll get tragic) You know we some street niggas (know we some street niggas) Make a living off rapping (living off rapping) When we throw them flyers up (throw them flyers up) You know niggas be watchin' and talkin' about slidin' I know some killers that want me dead (know some killers that want me dead) I know some killers that want me dead (I know some killers that want me dead) Know some niggas wit real money, wit that shit on my head (shit on my head) And they got some killers around 'em (they got some killers around 'em) And they know how to play it (know how to play it) But I got some killers don't want me dead I got some killers don't want me dead (I got some killers don't want me dead) I know some killers that want me dead (I know some killers that want me dead) I got some killers don't want me dead (I got some killers don't want me dead) I know some killers that want me dead (I know some killers that want me dead)
