Magic! - Creepers lyrics

[talking:] Yo come on, I'm doing this sh** for my n***a Mac I'ma keep sh** hot and popping, till you back home baby For my n***as in the South, these n***as don't understand [Hook: x2] You wan' creep with the creepers, ride with the riders Dance with the devil, the cut throat connivers Nothing before fam, we keep this tight like pliers f** with us, we'll set this b**h on fire [Magic:] Look, you got a couple issues need fixing From now on in the billboard charts, your sh**'s missing No name, no dissing That's not my style, I only beef with my fist And I only f** with a few, and that's my crew Cause they gon wild out, and do the same sh** I do We smoke humps, when we locked up We stay locked up, because we known to tear the block up 9th Ward, is the cave I dwell in When I fell in, I became a two time felon Trying to switch negatives, to the positive I chose rap, cause that's where the money is I'm bout to do this, like the dope game Increase the product, got every CD shelf stocked up Cause I'm a hustler, drug smuggler Head buster, I'm a no good motherf**er I'm here to flush out, the cast-aways Rappers riding all the sh**, they did yesterday Cause it's a new era, mo' cheddar My pockets street, so my rhymes got better You think a Southern n***a, can't rap But that's a paying not fact, so they sent me to handle that You got a grudge, against Master P Because he got more loochie, than you coward n***as'll ever see Plus he got me, the annihalator Probation violator, there's none greater You ain't gon spend, seventeen on my sh** And feel played, cause they only got a couple hits My album, you won't believe I work so damn hard, my hair line's receding I'm like Jada, kiss the game goodbye Let's push the weak to the side, let the strong n***as ride [Hook] [Magic:] Grab a seat, n***a take a listen Am I the n***a, that you should be dissing I think not My flows run deeper, like the Mississippi Go against this n***a, it won't be pretty You need a prescription, to cop this And a hundred n***as, with hundred round clips won't try and stop this Lyrically, I'm so versatile I could rap on a Frank Sinatra track, and rock the crowd So think, before you speak Cause New Orleans n***as, don't beef we creep and uh Like we creeping, to the top of this food chain Southern n***as took a spot, in this rap game We ignorant, because we never had fortune We'll share the game, but y'all take a smaller portion We always, in motion Getting rid of us, is harder than getting rid of abortions [Hook x2]