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