If I would sell, six plat', I'm done with rap
Grill with fronts, keep Henny on the spill for months
"Alias" if you with me you ride
Leave you under the jeep and test your faith
Poppin' usin' the pill, never did it before
Mag hit it then came on 'em
I'm hittin' hoes, respondin' like you charmin' the dame
After the nuttin', sweep 'em out with the broom
Put the heat to his back, clap his lungs collapse
Uhh uhh Timbaland, uhh, uhh uhh
I go Shaft on niggaz, don't make me have to call my killers
I got wholesale weight, that low sale weight
Uhh uhh, uhh, yes, uhh uhh
Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound [unverified]
I wanna see how it feel, when you fuck wit' my skill
But now I'm big boss in the game, come let me show you somethin'
I keep them hookers holdin' my fort, and keep a low vibe
Go to jail, no bail, cut your face
I'm goin' insane and y'all niggaz, hatin' my thang
Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same
I'm past bein' berserk, nigga, look at my face
Make plans fo', roll on yo' camp fo'
I'll hop drive thru, pop somethin' in Dave
Mag the illest nigga spittin', fuck the simple and plain
Go to court, tell the judge fuck the case
Like a panel nigga under your shirt, picture that
Fam's wipin' they tongues a little
Thugs hate, everything I stand fo', throw hands fo'
Some bums take change see
See hood is around my way, they talk often quick
Puttin' hoes into groups and spittin' them up like Jake
I heard the feds hate me 'cuz I'm so live
Run over rappers that test the brake
I got an ill way of showin' my pain
Uhh, uhh uhh, yes, uhh
See we gang, we never bought it in the streets, I slang
Yo, Mag never roll with a gun, Mag roll with a two-case
Piss on a slut, let it rain on 'em
Neighbors lookin' at Mag strangely
Yo, I used to keep it on the low when I was younger
Fuck talkin' how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain
You know that thug that's used to doin' it out the dub
Find thyself, hangin' from a tree
"Alias" is next, but that nigga ain't diesel [unverified]
Du-rags ain't safe, bullets skip through waves
But I'm a real life gleeful
Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slingin' it from
Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps
Get it right nigga, you dealin' with apes
But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill
Niggaz think they so cold like they jewelry okay
You remind me, of pussy, you bitch ass nigga
Put it in reverse and, crush your face
Mag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddar
Or any kind of weight that make my dough flow straight
'Cuz I'm, oh, so great, real thugs, no fake
Get up in some beef niggaz end up with a screw face
Laid back in the same colored Escalade
And figure the last niggaz that fuck with us
How your child's gonna burp when you losin' your lap?
I make a mil' [unverified], pussy much fine in weather
Staff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggaz
I'm sick with glocks, now bitches get ridiculous jocks
Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed
A pretty boy got hookers thinkin' that the blows don't trade
Now I'm hangin' with superstars and fuckin' them in the cocktail room
Now thug filthy niggaz walkin' through your club with blunts
From five o'clock to four oh five sellin' quarters and dimes
Anticipate nickel plates, man, right where you sat
How many y'all gotta touch, then found out Sin's too much
I get trucks from the bitches and the niggaz I crush
Brand new cribs still dissin' the pot
That's the day that the curls slide under the braid
Get in the back of the Lex' and be out of your tux
I'll give you somethin' sharp to raise that line in your fade
That's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotations
Peeps I train to hustle, get it take out names
Yo, who wanna wreck you with the iller thug, super killer thug
Crackin' up like, "Damn, which one of y'all paid?"
Up North, drawers off, snitch ass nigga
Uncut, can't touch
To us you spit, and leave that nigga coffin shit
I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh
One, two, three, here we go
Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shit
Label me "Alias" from my respects to crack this case
Hey, I'm bringin' the shade, don't floss in the day
Besides that I got a gang of P-town niggaz with court cases
I run with steel, stay in the house, put my dick up in Jill
And women don't know when to slow slide
Mag run for the street, or for the block
We can be enemies after fuckin' your wife, or runnin' train on 'em
Look at the bitch, she got a frame on 'em
My A-K in the cut, with my 'dro hidin'
First niggaz speak my name, off with his brain
But I'd rather put my brain on 'em
I'm used to bossin' shit and offin' clips
Let me bang and spread it all around the project blocks
So whatchu need is a tech or a four five calico with a nose wide
And they all gettin' life
Even Magoo got a watch, I ain't dumb
