Mr. Magic - Pockets Gone Stay Fat lyrics

[Magic - talking] I dare one of you say something bout me Speaking on the wrong n***as ya heard me (come on} Don't be mad These n***as hear gonna stay around {come on} f** with us if you wanna and see what's gone happen ya hear me [Hook 2x: Magic] Believe the n***a These pockets gone stay fat n***a See me and P we go way back, you best stay back To you hatas muthaf** this is payback [Verse One: Magic] These n***as is hatin we like what ever We pay no mind to these n***as we out chasin our chedda Indulge in this bullsh**, uh-uh, n***a never Close your f**in mouth is what you p**y n***as betta We got an essential because us n***as so clever And make a mill break me off is how we stay together I'm doing my own thing but me and P we forevea Favor for favor we got this sh** on lock Keep running your f**ing mouth, get your ??? a** back I go to church straped with a 45 Glock Them n***as be askin but scared to say it to out faces Cuz we know so many n***as in so many different places ye head me Hook 2X: Magic [Verse Two: Master P] n***a we thugged together, sold d** together f**ed hoes together, kicked in doors together and I don't know why you hate me? Screamin what the f** have you done for me lately Only real n***as stand on my block And home we hustlin and if we hurt than the 9 co*k Neva beef with no n***as you ain't got beef with Never take care of no hoes you don't sleep with These streets is real lil daddy so get yo mind right But if you f** with mine I got a bag that will act right n***as wanna leave the tank actin mad but do it silently But ain't no comin back cuz ain't nobody smile n Hook 2X: Magic [Verse Three: Magic] Hatin get you no where You n***as better hush f**in around with us and get your puss a** touched I don't want bust I wanna bet you down to mush Cuz you gettin on my nerves plus you talk to much See Magic from the nine where they don't mind dying Whip you up quick and send you home to momma cryin So ?? ?? ?? like a whirl like a tornado 5 hundred miles per hour, get rid of all the hatas You wanna see us fall but you n***as ain't ready Your music is dull plus I'm sharp as a machete Compare me to the other n***as and see what you get The coldest muthaf** that you've heard check ya hear me Hook 2X: Magic [Master P - talking] Now how the f** the media gonna compare me to a rapper When one of you motherf**ers make a fortune Then ya'll speak on n***a know that we from the gutta We made it to the bu*ta And that's why they mad at us Tryin to keep us off MTV Tryin to keep us out the muthaf**in public eye But we street n***as And we know how to hustle We gonna always get ours n***a Believe that