Twisted Insane - Black Magic lyrics

[Intro] [Gang fight] Mmmhmm They knew I had... They knew I had that heat huh My sh** is right by me Hand me that motherf**in blunt This motherf**a, I gotta dry this b**h first [Verse 1: Twisted Insane] Paranoia! [Dissin?] my body with flames, [coat this ice?] Homie, ya better be ready for war when walkin down the street at night n' Ready with hand on the gauge For n***as that run up or wanna get diesel Run up on me, there is no sequel Motherf**er, the bullet will meet you To bury your body in river for n***as that run up and [got that?] Stop that! Homie, because we all know where you been shot at This n***a wanna get down? Heck, my n***as wanna get down too! Run up on us and kick up dust Watchin how fast we [clowned?] you [?] a 40 ounce bottle [while feelin?] that ganja Lucifer turn on my demons to make me do everything, even if choppin off nostrils I walk in the do' Look for the money, for penny, then hurry and sell You n***as, ya better be ready [and lose the first penny?] just because of the smell n***a be walkin through Hell Head for this murder and keepin the d**h Put one in ya [nut?] when I'm bussin my tech, [filled off?] with the tech and get off of the set This ain't the right flow... For n***as that really don't wanna be bussin Step over homie, we feel that we differ, we on a mission, n***a no discussion [Chorus: Twisted Insane] Do you want to know black magic? [Black magic!] Where yo a** can get smashed fo' pickin up savine [That's real] And f**in with them psychos And bustin with the rifles We n***as best sight no [What?!] Muthaf**as you ain't never seen me before you hit the do' [?] [mmmm...] [?] like a habit [Gotta have it] So come into my room and let me teach you black magic [Verse 2: Catmandu] It had happened one Saturday night, I was [mobbin?] like a muthaf**a, down in [sick and the loony?] street Smokin on some hydroponic trees Me and my [peep?] was plottin on a come up Imma burn somethin like a skinny ho, can't cook in the mornin If you sleepin, we creepin Givin n***as dirt naps I'm hurtin, for certain And homie you don't wanna see [Cat?] 187, don't listen to eleven [?] n***a's pockets and king-sized mantles n' sh**'s gettin funky like them [?] [clumps?] flattenin Couldn't clean like a surgeon, make you bloody like a virgin Only God can judge me and I'm wonderin will I ever see [Pac?] again, I'm livin [straight?] for this life and I know I'm gonna murder somethin Twisted Insane got the gauge, gon' pop somethin If this [?] go good, homie we gon' cop somethin Break it down, bag it up, and hit the block all in the same night, this black magic'll have you seein lights [Chorus] [Verse 3: Twisted Insane] One off for the dojo Sufferin one to the dome [?] my composure Circle and salt when I'm doin the voodoo and lightin a candle and urn for the [mojo?] [?] And leavin em all in the dirt So n***as that take out they stomach and fill em with bullets, you know about puttin in work I'm never the one to be [lit in the car?] [?] feelin the booster [?] when off of Medusa 40 ounce and a Ruger, dumpin on n***as that really don't wanna be f**ed with Hop out the model when off of the bottle and catch [?] slippin right in front of ya bucket Catch ya slippin right in front of ya bucket My n***as will [brack em?] all to the brain Look into they eyes and [happen?], watch how fast these n***as [?] when they encounter the flames Burnin bodies like the ashes and urns, I'm ready to learn why these n***as are sicker Dumpin with so much artillery, n***as they feelin me when I be off of the liquor Sick and the quicksand's gettin thicker And all the O.E. is just k**in my liver So pa**ionate for bein [?] [mixin you?] with the wicked elixir Hopin you n***as is gettin your fixer Off of my sh** cause I do be a savage Meetin your doom when you enter the room... Black magic [Chorus]