Tekst:
Magic Never Slippin

situation, grab the glock and pop Unil it stops and never turn back, you understand Soon as you feel remorse, them niggaz got the upper hand You'll never, catch this nigga slipping

players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping

got a place they'll never find You know I do believe in your hexagram But can you tell me how they all knew the plan? Now, did you trip or slip on their

such a tease and you're such a flirt Once you've been around you've been around enough Little by little by hook or by crook Never living earnest, never

still comes back hard So easily do I W-H-I-P My repetition with riches will bring the kilo business I got Creole C-O *******, for my *****s who slipped

Never dared to have your arms around me Not that I considered it a sin But tonight, I want your arms around me It's the mood that I'm in Can it be the

lines The only sense it makes is that it takes all kinds Old friends, no friends The dance of the heart can never end The dance of the heart never ends, it never

reteric for you relics (The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper) The Grim Reaper's grim reaper I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon The game

na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na {Now listen} It's okay I understand This ain't no never never land I hope that when this issue's gone I'll