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| Master P Ghetto Postage Pockets Gone Stay Fat f/ Magic Thanks to ThaTopDogg213@aol.com for these lyrics. [Magic - talking] I dare one of you say something bout me Speaking on the wrong niggas ya heard me (come on} Don't be mad These niggas hear gonna stay around {come on} Fuck with us if you wanna and see what's gone happen ya hear me [Hook 2x: Magic] Believe the nigga These pockets gone stay fat nigga See me and P we go way back, you best stay back To you hatas muthafuck this is payback [Verse One: Magic] These niggas is hatin we like what ever We pay no mind to these niggas we out chasin our chedda Indulge in this bullshit, uh-uh, nigga never Close your fuckin mouth is what you pussy niggas betta We got an essential because us niggas 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 shit on lock Keep running your fucking mouth, get your ??? ass back I go to church straped with a 45 glock Them niggas be askin but scared to say it to out faces Cuz we know so many niggas in so many different places ye head me Hook 2X: Magic [Verse Two: Master P] Nigga we thugged together, sold drugs together Fucked hoes together, kicked in doors together and I don't know why you hate me? Screamin what the fuck have you done for me lately Only real niggas stand on my block and home we hustlin and if we hurt than the 9 cock Neva beef with no niggas 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 fuck with mine I got a bag that will act right Niggas 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 niggas better hush Fuckin around with us and get your puss ass 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 niggas ain't ready Your music is dull plus I'm sharp as a machete Compare me to the other niggas and see what you get The coldest muthafuck that you've heard check ya hear me Hook 2X: Magic [Master P - talking] Now how the fuck the media gonna compare me to a rapper When one of you motherfuckers make a fortune Then ya'll speak on Nigga know that we from the gutta We made it to the butta and that's why they mad at us Tryin to keep us off MTV Tryin to keep us out the muthafuckin public eye but we street niggas and we know how to hustle We gonna always get ours nigga Believe that |
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