Never Slippin' - Magic

Listen, I wouldn’t give a fuck if I get Ross Perot rich

You’ll never catch me slipping, that’s on the one nigga

I keep shit tight cause I’m a solid nigga, you heard me

Even when I’m smoking on some doe-doe, or sipping on some mo-mo

I always keep the 4−4, what what

You fucking with niggas, that’s bout chilling

You fucking with niggas, that’s bout killing and digging a lot of holes

You playing with grown men, that’ll beat you to mush

No matter the money or power, you could be touched

Ashes to ashes, nigga dust to dust

You shorten your own life, when you fuck with us

See I was nurtured, by the bosom of the block

That told me in a heated situation, grab the Glock and pop

Unil it stops and never turn back, you understand

Soon as you feel remorse, them niggas got the upper hand

You’ll never, catch this nigga slipping

My periferal vision, one big up on your on intentions so

So even when you catch me, smoking on the doe-doe

Or sipping, on a taste of mo-mo

I never leave the crib, without the fo'-fo' that’s a no-no

Somebody leaving with a bo-bo, up in they go-go

Repetitive niggas I go against, they don’t have a chance

They won’t survive, they’ll tell you I’m a hell of a man

I devour the weak, and dissesemble the strong

So called rappers, with song after song

When will the world understand, that I can’t be stopped

It won’t be as easy, as it was with Pac

I’m smarter now, took a situation and learned

Can’t trust a nigga, cause niggas’ll get you burned

Watch paparazzi, a lot of stories’ll turn

Trying to get you killed, behind the same money you earn

Shot my dog, scared of the power that he possessed

But it ain’t over nigga, guess who’s next

Give me a reason, I’ll open fire like it’s kill-a-nigga season

You heathens, don’t deserve breathing

I suck the life out of your body, with every word that I speak

And when I’m finished, I’m hoping that that you deceased

I keep my enemies close, watch they moves I ain’t no fool

Just because, I dropped out of school

It’s called common sense, and street smarts

Too much heart’ll get you tossed in the park, nigga lost in the dark

I live the laws of my land, where it’s kill or be killed

So don’t question, if this pistol in my hand is real

Don’t question if the stories, that you heard are real

Just understand nigga, this is how I was born for real