Mr. Magic - Yahoo lyrics

[Hook] If you're a gutta a** n***a Bout ya bu*ta Let me hear ya holla Yahoo Yahoo Now if ya still chasing dollars Let me here you n***as holla Yahoo Yahoo Now if you love to get your thug on Let me hear ya holla Yahoo Yahoo Now if you love to get your thug on Let me hear ya holla Yahoo Yahoo [Teddy Wheat] I gotta get that dough I just gotta get me a lil bit more I'm a fiend for the bread, so the Ted is out for the cash flow I like them nasty hoes, them hood rats, them ghetto women I'm a ghetto hustla, so yea dog I'm ghetto pimpin I f** wit n***as who f** with thugs, f** with n***as that f** wit d** Pop slugs, f** wit n***as ain't scared to bust you up By word or mouth, you heard about the dirty South Well I'm a Pensacola Gangsta, motherf**er, with a dirty mouth We got them haters heads spinning like Sprewells And while you hater trippin, Body Head winning ya'll females Dawg, I hit the spot and I'm ready to get my club on Looking for something rub on, spend a few dubs on [Hook] [Magic] Give me a ten dollar bill and watch me flip it to 100 All you other n***as getting blunted My n***as on the grind Tryin make a million before I'm 30 I'm up early ready to get my hands dirty With some parafanailia, contrband Looking for some illegal I'm your man Got a bad habbit for money I need to kept it by the lump sum Mentality, military you sure you want some I'll make a midget out of a 7 foot n***a A 3" blade with seven shots to the liver I was born and bread in the worst of the clubs Roamed in rumors, thugged in Whispers I'll hustle in front the county jail if the block pop Mutha f** a pig I'm a thug I got my thang co*ked n***as stuck up in the game See all my n***as huntin and the chase don't change [Hook] [Giz] Well n***a guess who's back the fat villain in black Smash ya face wit a bat Gizzy be k**in you cats I'm on a grind for the stacks Steadily busting my gat That's how I got where I'm at I hustled til the day crack I kept the feinds coming back The streets is mean Where I'm at that's why my heart so cold That's why a n***a so bold Stay high mean mugging Tote a black four-four Keep a chip on my shoulder Ask me I don't know if I tell you I have to k** you Dead n***as don't speak Call me quick draw Mcgraw I dare you motherf**ers Reach a brutal lesson I will teach Leave ya blood in the streets You cotton candy n***as Sweet only thug over beats Uh-oh