Mr. Magic - What U Gonna Do lyrics

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Mr. Magic - What U Gonna Do lyrics

[Hook] What the f**, you n***as gon do When my n***as, come running for you - 2x What the f**, you hoes gon do When my n***as come, spitting that game We pimps, playas macks Believe that baby, ain't a damn thing changed [Magic] I'm in my Navigator, pa**ing up all the haters I give em holla like, why shaggy I'll see you later I'm with my f**ing crew, we 9th Ward forever So stay the f** away from us, is what you n***as better We taking all the cheddar, my crew be the hardest We may be few, but we damn sho' shouldn't be disregarded You see us in them clubs, hanging out with the thugs And surrounded by a bunch of b**hes, showing us love Smoking the finest doe-doe, f** with us a no-no I'll have to get the fo'-fo', I don't wan' k** no black folk So keep your distance shaggy, understand lil' whodie 'Fore I be locked in handcuffs, back down with Sheriff Foldy When y'all was flipping pilla's, I was fighting with k**ers Charging twenty G's to get rid of, every p**y n***a Another bad creation, so don't try my patience I k** for fun, like it's a ragreation [Hook] [Magic] And to you sheisty b**hes, looking for my riches I bought twenty acres of land, and dug twenty ditches See I refuse to let go, of a single peso So stay the f** up off of me, you trifling garbage stank ho This ain't for all the women, just the gold diggers All up in a n***a face, cause I got a couple figgas I know how to treat a woman, if she got some cla** But if she don't, she'll get a foot up in her f**ing a** See I'm a playa baby, I got a reputation Get booty calls from superstars, all across the nation They call me the dicksman, I coulda been in p**no Ask them hoes about my magic, see if I'm fa sho though I keep's it on the low-low, cause if my wifey do that She'd prolly buy a Louis slugger, whip a n***a blue-black See I'm a casanova, mixed with a little rover I'm more doggy than Snoop, when I'm in them hoes over [Hook] [Magic] I'm bout my millions, I stay away from fonies I keep my n***as with me, to f** all these tenderonies By 2001, I should be international Hoes in every city, that shouldn't be a ha**le Now let's be rational, who could withstand this I'm here to show that every rapper, in the world is pissed Me and my n***as balling, you and your n***as falling You ain't know me last year, so n***a keep'a calling It's all about my family, I know you can't stand me That's all fine and dandy, I'll see you at the Grammy's Sitting next...then my lesson cycle Bling-blinging on his a**, Roley ice is so cold I'm buying brand new Bentleys, off the showroom flo' Then raffle the b**h off, to the homeless and po' It's my time my n***a, so part the red sea And wait till you motherf**ers, get a load of me ha [Hook]