, come through, take it I ain't forgot about y'all women who be workin' niggaz butt naked At Magic City, shakin' titties just to pay the rent Lord, tryin' to hustle
Twain switch lanes Flip change And always keep a extra clip man Blow da brains On damn near everything i roll man Been on my game Every since them crocked folks came Keep my hustle
though, she take it to the floor The way she bouncin' that ass let a nigga know Oh, she a pro at this, a one-way hustle shit Oh, shake that ass baby,
, uh, oh Uh, uh, oh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, oh Such a crazy feeling Let the music hypnotize you on the floor As we dip and slide so cool, to the rhythm Let the magic magic
do nigga? ATL This is my shit right here (x2) Verse 1 [Rick Ross] My bitch the baddest, it may be my status Maybe my Aston, it may be black magic Maybe
ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle, now all
Some honeys give me money and others do my laundry Mickey Avalon, the kosher salami For twenty you get Chachi for forty he gets you Fonzie A motherfucker hustler
) (Tity Boi Chorus 2x) See the do err we does/ the liquor and drugs/ life of a thug and thats keepin it hood/ the girls who flow/ who hustle for dough
in atlanta im a god damn rebel in these streets of atlanta a young santana dont wear no bandana im of old school vette like how they ride in alabama magic
happy with ding-dong It's just a mad park a grip, G It's like every nickel and dime nigga be like "See, don't you remember me?" A hustler, and it's on
I dedicate this to the saints that's doing bids in jail You fucking kids are frail, and we're the purest form And the biology of magic is a gorgeous
[VERSE 1: SPM] I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' stuck like traffic On the back of his head, S.P.M. tatted Boys down with me, like four flat tires Got
Puttin' it down for the nina eight We givin' prop, what we did this week So don't trip, if we forgot your click I move a hundred pounds in my hustle
the use I don't want no patter, no way I want you I don't want no momma's son preyin' To strip me to the bone I don't want no hustle today Leave my vibe
want We some high school drop-outs wit high class jobs Gettin weight from outta state And tell em we got robbed Calhoun jeans brand new ride pockets fat 3 level condos wit a hustle
to ease my mind By sucking my dick Bitch make up for a minute 'cause that ship never lasts In 1996 niggas is dyin' from layin' on that ass First Magic
mart or magic mall or on the corner wit tapes what ya got man i got it all what ya know bout the O-town hustle 5 for the 20 deal or if the broad
crack Im tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke Thats why i post up with my niggaz and we hustle by the store Chorus (2x) Magic: (Where you