Lyrics What I Gotta - MAGIC
Featuring
Silkk
the
Shocker
Police
voice:
The
subject
we
got
here
is
a
known
drug
pusher
Sellin
drugs
in
a
high
crime
area
Have
you
searched
him
yet?
Yeah
he
had
money
he
had
a
beeper
on
him
but
uh
we
got
him
Chorus:
Mo
B.
Dick
& [Silkk]
I
gotta
do
what
I
gotta
do
[gotta
have
money
gotta
have
game]
And
break
you
off
[gotta
have
heart
if
you
wanna
have
thangs]
x2
Verse
1:
Silkk
the
Shocker
See
I'm
that
type
of
nigga,
gotta
do
what
I
gotta
Like
send
my
girl
on
a
plane
ride,
taped
up
with
keys
of
narcotic
But
I
ain't
that
type
of
nigga,
that's
gon'
tell
you
what
I'm
gon'
do
You
fuck
up,
I'm
a
kill
ya,
and
I
put
that
shit
on
TRU
See
I'm
that
type
of
nigga
that
ride
with
the
rich,
kick
it
with
the
poor
Just
cuz
of
some
shit
that
I
used
to
do,
and
my
rep
Everybody
see
me,
all
of
a
sudden
hit
the
floor
Rest
in
peace
to
my
nigga,
go
head
and
rest
y'all
head
Nigga
that
killed
ya,
I'm
torturin'
him,
the
rest,
they
dead
So
Magic
pass
me
them
thangs
and
let
me
get
'em
(let
me
get
'em)
Nah
I
ain't
lookin'
for
you
dog
But
I'm
a
fuck
you
up
if
you
wit
'em
(so
don't
be
with
'em)
Now
see,
I'm
that
type
of
nigga,
that's
gon'
ball
'till
they
fall
(fall)
Dollar
bills
will
stay
stackin'
and
gold
and
platinum
on
the
wall
(wall)
Yeah,
I'm
that
type
of
nigga
but
I'm
wrong
cuz
I
know
I'd
hit
her(hit
her)
Right
before
I
leave
and
drop
some
of
my
flows
So
when
he
come
on
home,
you
can
kill
her
Now
either
you
with
me
dog
look,
or
you
oppossed
to
my
shit
Nigga
like
the
ice
up
on
my
tank,
so
fuck
it
I
froze
my
wrist
(stupid)
Now
either
way
you
wanna
do,
choose,
let's
take
it,
a
chance
Now
we
can
do
it
how
you
want
to,
what
you
wanna
do,
we
can
dance
So
don't
trip
just
drop
the
beat
and
I'm
a
drop
the
heat
(heat)
And
if
this
rap
shit
slow
down
go
to
the
dope
game
bitch
and
cop
a
key
Whatcha
wanna
do
Chorus
x
4
Verse
2:
Magic
I
got
to
be
real
with
ya,
I'm
that
type
of
nigga
that
really
don't
give
a
fuck
My
hobbies
was
totin'
tecks
Jack
and
my
first
words
were
give
it
up
It
was
hard
to
maintain,
couldn't
see
myself
workin'
this
9 to
5
I'd
rather
be
hustlin'
on
the
corner
with
my
niggas,
gettin'
high
Chancin'
my
own
life,
I'm
strapped,
got
a
pocketful
of
bud
But
I
wouldn't
have
it
no
other
way,
my
daddy
done
raised
a
thug
I
never
rooted
for
the
good
guys,
I
was
always
for
the
bad
(bad)
I
guess
that's
why
I
got
Master
P's
pictures
posted
around
my
pad
My
ghetto
heroes
was
drug
dealer,
killers
and
cap
peelers
I
didn't
do
too
bad
for
myself
cuz,
now
Magic
makin'
millions
Me
and
Silkk
unbeatable
team
we
can't
be
stopped
(can't
be
stopped)
We
ain't
got
nothin'
to
prove
to
nobody
(nothin')
Fuck
wit'
us,
you
get
popped
It's
a
brand
new
generation,
and
we
the
children
of
the
future
So
I'm
gon'
do
what
I
gotta
do
because
that's
what
I'm
used
to
Either
you
with
me
or
you
against
me,
ball
or
nigga
fall
But
I'm
a
No
Limit
Soldier,
so
I'm
comin'
for
it
all
Chorus
x
4
Album
Skys The Limit
1 Ball 'Til We Fall
2 Take It To Da Streets
3 No Hope
4 9th Ward
5 Depend On Me
6 Ghetto Godzilla
7 Did What I Had 2
8 I Never
9 Chastity
10 Mobb 4 Ever
11 When Drama Came
12 Special Forces
13 Gimpin'
14 Hard Times
15 What I Gotta
16 No Limit
17 Skys the Limit
18 Money Don't Make Me
19 I Got Love 4 Ya
20 Life Is a Bitch
21 Special Forces
22 When Drama Came
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