Mr. Magic - Our Thing lyrics

[Ghetto Commission] I'm from the dirty south where n***as go to prison just by word of mouth Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about I was brought up in the city of Gretna Had nerve with that n***a Pepper That's you gots to put pressure on me to make it so they test ya I used to hang across that water That mighty 9 and other sections While louging in the club, I packed a snub nosed Smith and Wesson f**in hoes, split the blunts and optimos, that's a war These n***as out chea cut throat, so the crime rate never falling It's a swamp n***a, we all ghost f**in riders as we stunt n***as That scrappin sh** ain't happenin see you dead if yous a punk n***a We floss around in Lexuses, from the boot to Houston, Texas Any n***a that disrespect us, recieve a slug though they vest I'm from where n***as end up lookin like funnels When they crossin my tunnel Left in bloody puddles, so it's a must, I represent my jungle The bricks b**h, Marrero, where we ride slow Go to war with Calicos, sendin n***as to thier burial I'm tellin ya n***as'll be smellin ya, back at the can*l n***as know we living foul with televised murder trials We hustle, duckin JP's in laced up Ree's White T's, we keep our rocks in the same place we keep our teeth We meet at club James, known for blood stains n***as stay in front of Tina's, get caught up in the game n***a Chateau the's Place, back of Ames, and the Villa Betty street, Garden road, Westbank, home of k**ers [Mac] From the eastbank to the westbank, it's our thing From the third ward to the ninth ward, it's our thing It's a N.O. thing, an N.O. thing, an N.O. thing Throw your hood up and claim n***a, it's an N.O. thing [Ghetto Commission] Let me tell you about them boys in the fifteenth ward Look they ain't playin Any altercation with the enemy in they vicinity, they sprayin When you see them n***as with the white hankerchiefs You get to the land of the lost Cause these n***as bout they paper, bout they come up at any cost Many n***as done got k**ed on the battlefield of McClendon Ville Ya ain't even gotta question, if these Christopher Homes soldiers real They knockin nuts off back in the cutoff, them n***as bout it too You doubt it, go test em, you can be another bloody body too If I was you I'd keep my tool slippin round them Fischer Fools Darkside, lightside, both sides, f**, homicide rules Them boys over the hump poppin trunks if you gettin outta line Algiers n***as packin that iron, respect our f**in mind [Magic] Now all you hear is ninth ward this, n***a ninth ward that It's Mr. Magic, puttin my f**in hood on the map You wanna die motherf**ers cause you're f**in with G's You dig your own f**in grave when your f**in with these So where my n***as at, throw your f**in nine in the air Respect my mind, I represent it, like I just don't care Desire and Galvez, n***a Dauphine and Flood Be the only motherf**ers ever show me love It's cause of me ninth ward comin up like a storm So when you see me identify me by the nine on my arm And if I die motherf**ers better sound the alarm City under siege, Clinton couldn't stop this bomb [QB] f** with us you gettin slapped, only way survive the gun jam Third ward, parkway, all the way, AK Spray, now tell me who's the baddest The click I roll with will leave you in the basement Call your mama, tell her make a replacement That's 9 months she wasted No years I be facing in the crescent Tryin to teach an adolescent, f** them n***as I'm suggesting You keep ya mouth closed, before ya body wind up with holes Exploding blows, with blood all over your clothes [Mac] Check it I'm camoflauged motherf**er, I'm bustin at they click I make moves and keep these boss b**hes up on my dick Been camoflauged up, ever since a young buck I hit the scene like n***a what, do anybody wanna f** With this murda murda k**er, blood spiller with rhyme Or I cut your life short like my part in the last don So much of a soldier even drove a tank to my prom Affiliated with crime like you affiliated with moms n***a That's it?