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Correct John John Da Don Vs B Magic Lyrics
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[Round 1: John John Da Don] Me and Syah rep SWAG, don't forget the ink, got me? 400 Blocc ain't the only niggas that keep Shotty's Came home to NY, B to catch a mean body I Dot Mob's and you'll get your whole Team Homi'd The gun blow turn your stomach into gumbo Unless his vest could pocket from them Rockets like Mutumbo My niggas front row while you starring in my gun show You'll get a warm welcome, first to clap it, then the drum roll Pick em out a crowd, what you think I got the rifle for? It'll catch him from the blind side like Michael Oher Magic ain't a savage, I don't know what y'all hyped him for My sweet 16's will get his Elite ate/8 I ain't worried about the Final Four This guy'll fall if he thinking that he fly I put a Dot on his top if he thinking that he I I'll LAY him in a BAG if he thinking that he wise And give this nigga to 2K's if he thinking that he live It's that time where it gets real, this nigga think he hot Will somebody tell this bitch chill He gon get loud and hype until them clips peel Chrome in his ass make this motherfucker sit still If he don't die tonight I bet his kids will Black Dodge, Ram size swipe him off a big wheel Take him to Burger King, it won't seem like a big deal Until I give em toys that didn't come with the kids meal If you ain't ever been on a plane with terrorists and survive the flight Been to Hell and back, even had a chance to say "hi" to Christ Drink gasoline and ate a stick of dynamite Fuck made you think you wasn't gon die tonight? You gon need that dictionary Remy got his words from The address to the beauty shop Verb got his perm from Yung III to say, "Who is this nigga?" and make me look all lame And Hitman Holla to stop me mid verse to yell "BALL GAME!" Cross me and just take one step out of line You'll get your eyes gouged and brains blown He'll be really out of sight and out of mind Last nigga tried to school me he got Columbined So test me, get a multiple choice how to die That's A) Headshot til his jaw with a slug Or B) Shotgun pellets all up in his gut Or C) Go for his legs and have him crawling in his blood Or D) Start from his feet and shoot all of the above Laxative guns, it'll knock the shit out anything Too big for me to carry I conceal 'em in a sling Silencer on a tip for when it scream it's like a phone on vibrate You won't hear it, but you'll feel it when it ring 2012 with the shells I'm coming to put an end to ya 9 spit keep live clips like a cinema It'll clear your insides out like an enema So when you see John Hancock/hand cock it ain't my signature B Magic be at church every Sunday paying tides Then on Street Status rapping 'bout blazing nines I know Nelly paved the way for your state to shine But is you a Saint or a Lunatic? Make your mind That's why y'all niggas hurting out 'thurr' 'Urrthing derrty' cause your water ain't working out thurr' Who gassed him like he III like his verses got germs? But Magic ain't been sick since Earvin got cured Gats for hire, by the way I get them ratchets fired You'll feel holy when they sing it's like a Baptist choir Clap and hire til I get your jaw cracked and wired Throw a bullet in his newborn mouth, soon as I pass, it fire (pacifier) My raps admired cause I'm one of the best I'll pull your lungs on your feet, make you run out of breath Then keep dumping the Tec til there's none in it left Machines drawn, King Kong get a drum on his chest Let me guess you getting money and you balling in that new shit When ya niggas got beef they call you for the shooting That's how I know you lying in that talking that you doing Cause nigga your name Magic you just cause an illusion Stupid! You not a thug you don't bang with the G's and apes You broke so desert the only time you get seen with cake I come to St. Louis and when I see you I'ma beam the eight Put you out your misery/Missouri and you ain't gotta leave your state I can't move without that metal like Robocop Throwing bullets from that Cowboy/cal boy I took Romo spot Whoever standing right beside you when that .44 pop I’ma put your face on they body like Photoshop Swag Inker don't blink, join the campaign Guns I pull em from the thigh like a hamstring B Magic a champ? I end this champs reign With bullets the size of Rozay bottles, I bring this champ pain/champagne I was gon go light, but shit I'm too heavy If you believe in Magic you still believe in the Tooth Fairy B Magic a Crip? Okay, who's worried He's a muffin, it ain't nothing to get this guy in Blue buried I be in that Carmelo/car mellow Trying to get my Bills up/Billups like Chauncy Run from this NY, K you'll be Amare The difference is he posted up but won't bang for real I give em 6 and they'll find him in the Laundry Field This can't be real, you the man though Magic You look broke all the time, but you got grams though Magic And about those lips, I'm just trying to understand though Magic I mean what's up with the white/Dwight? This ain't Orlando Magic You could say I am more official than a cool ref But I still put him out the game with these two Tecs Twin 'matics gon sing together like a duet One of these Midwest niggas down, Smack, who's next? [Round 1: B Magic] If we beef dog expect a ratchet Your neck I snap it, with them Tecs I let your have it I bless the addicts, this nigga gon respect the Magic Bitch I'll push your cap back like Inspector Gadget If you think you wanna swing then your met the boxer Your rap image is a make believe metal popper I'm down to earth but I'm flyer than a helicopter Knew he was a Gaylord when I Met The Focker I put the pump to your nose like nasal spray And let that drum go "boom!" that's an 808 I turn my back and then shoot it til you fade away I run out of bullets and go stupid with the razorblade It's B Magic mahfucka... the show arrived Put holes in your oil pan when I throw a ride Like 44 I come after you with the .45 I'm a mechanic, open your hood up like the motor died The Lying/Lion King gon get, scarred when this 9 pop It's Simba/simple it hit your bone yard and leave your pride rocked If I could give you 12 rounds nigga why box? Cool bartender how I give a nigga five shots The Cyclops, get that chop chop and hurt your set Bitch you ain't never had arms like a birth defect You the type of nigga that would rock a jersey dress I snap and give a Kidd five like the New Jersey Nets No shit talk I shoot the four until you super sore I pop in the clip and I'm flipping on em like a Luchador Battling niggas like me you gotta be used to war Bruise your jaw, your lid get the steel like a sewer door Look you a soft, this act he on Station wagon his chest put it where his back be-long My right hook like Calzaghe holmes That mean your jaw easily broken like an athlete bone Think my ears cold the way I'm throwing up my hood Rob you for your money, take the G's off your Visa And the day B Magic get beat bruh Steve fucking Lara and Screech fucking Lisa I hit a nigga block just to pull it I'm in your hood trying to play open chess/chest with bullets I'm all about what's on my MP3 B Magic 'bout to beat a square like an MPC "BOW! BOW! BOW!" multiple stab wounds Leave your monkey ass red like a baboon Black rings around your eyes like a Raccoon I bust it til the spring break like Cancun This nigga dome where the iron peel I bet a nigga stop and roll when I fire drills The shotty will knock you down for that extra shit And the chopper'll knock you up like a pregnant bitch Give you wings like a New York Knickerbocker Run up and ring his door bell with the nigga knocker Wanksta you 'bout as gangsta as Mr. Rogers Not one nigga in here think you a pistol popper Fucking punk, Magic chin breaking Nigga go and eat a sub for his Penn station I shoot to kill ain't no skin grazing I end a show with a "BOW!" that's a Temptation This last round called "Body Bag" Probably get out this battle in a body cast The shotty blast leave you with them dead body tags Even the Mighty Duck when I'm creeping in that Hockey Mask You lollygag, know the best is better I leave you Red over Green like a Freddy sweater The Dessie wet em, the chopper made him spin backwards These rounds making contact like Lens Crafters Bitch I get long dome like Stewie head Banging cans behind your car like a newlywed Think you sick? Well B Magic is the Sudafed This right hook will give you them Zab Judah noodle legs I'm Midwest until my day come Throwing niggas off a stage like I'm Akon Get cream with the magazine like Avon I just do it for the Love get my Faizon It's all love when I'm popping off the heat Make sparks fly then I knock him off his feet Bitch you need my say so to walk across the street Shots fly let's see if you can talk without a cheek I'm hard without a beak, I'm lifting up the toast Start acting Immature until he given up the ghost I pull a .57 like I'm zipping up a coat Grabbed em and drug money like I flip a lot of coke Hit the grown up for speaking 'bout the four Or nicotine fit like I'm fiending for a smoke Everything I do sell/sail like I did it on a boat I work for everything like a universe remote This nigga group got some square members Call this Nina Avatar it's an Airbender Plus I heard John John was a transgender Wear tight shirts, skinny jeans and them Van slippers I'm 'bout to make Norbes bring out the yellow tape Bitch I don't like you, I'll beat you if my rillo break I'm 'bout to grab the chainsaw I'm going Leatherface B Magic spitting hot lines while you tailor made I regulate, B Magic educate you dumbfucks Plus I want 10% of whatever them S.O.N.S. touched I'm bout to get rid of the trash like a dump truck Bust shots, now the train driver went Con-duct/ducked Fuck that nigga from Roll Bounce son Fuck that nigga them two tranny's was fighting over I'm new school with an old school movement Snap and give you the blues like old school music This nigga Sorry like a board game The fours bang, the outlines with the chalk came I kept him leaking off the curb like an oil stain Cause this fag hit-men playing ball games No disrespect to that nigga Holla But Brixx I will shoot Tecs at that nigga mama Right now I see you killing yourself But I throw Brixx at Belvedere and have him feeling himself B muthafuckin Magic
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