Magic! - Never Slippin' lyrics

[talking:] Listen, I wouldn't give a f** if I get Ross Perot rich You'll never catch me slipping, that's on the one n***a I keep sh** tight cause I'm a solid n***a, you heard me Even when I'm smoking on some doe-doe, or sipping on some mo-mo I always keep the 4-4, what what [Magic:] You f**ing with n***as, that's bout chilling You f**ing with n***as, that's bout k**ing and digging a lot of holes You playing with grown men, that'll beat you to mush No matter the money or power, you could be touched Ashes to ashes, n***a dust to dust You shorten your own life, when you f** with us See I was nurtured, by the bosom of the block That told me in a heated situation, grab the Glock and pop Unil it stops and never turn back, you understand Soon as you feel remorse, them n***as got the upper hand You'll never, catch this n***a slipping My periferal vision, one big up on your on intentions so [Hook: x2] So even when you catch me, smoking on the doe-doe Or sipping, on a taste of mo-mo I never leave the crib, without the fo'-fo' that's a no-no Somebody leaving with a bo-bo, up in they go-go [Magic:] Repetitive n***as I go against, they don't have a chance They won't survive, they'll tell you I'm a hell of a man I devour the weak, and dissesemble the strong So called rappers, with song after song When will the world understand, that I can't be stopped It won't be as easy, as it was with Pac I'm smarter now, took a situation and learned Can't trust a n***a, cause n***as'll get you burned Watch paparazzi, a lot of stories'll turn Trying to get you k**ed, behind the same money you earn Shot my dog, scared of the power that he possessed But it ain't over n***a, guess who's next [Hook x2] [Magic:] Give me a reason, I'll open fire like it's k**-a-n***a season You heathens, don't deserve breathing I s** the life out of your body, with every word that I speak And when I'm finished, I'm hoping that that you deceased I keep my enemies close, watch they moves I ain't no fool Just because, I dropped out of school It's called common sense, and street smarts Too much heart'll get you tossed in the park, n***a lost in the dark I live the laws of my land, where it's k** or be k**ed So don't question, if this pistol in my hand is real Don't question if the stories, that you heard are real Just understand n***a, this is how I was born for real [Hook x3]