I came to the city Seemed like a good time to write And even now as I look out my window Rain clouds are chasing the light The play games of magic
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
write my name in the history books hustlin' in the hall Nah, I don't spin on my head I spin my work into pot so I can spend my bread And I'm gettin'
we'll be rollin' Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz never listen but I told 'em When I catch you at the game runnin' game at the
ya You know you really wanna be rollin instead Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head Hey and sold ya for bread Findin the life
the summer read n-gga sh-t ATL was sippin them Magic city sippin them Gucci (?) cover my dreads I think I'm Gilligan I don't really mess with the feds (?) if they not talking no bread
bounce back like elastic How you do that, I call it dope boy magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 Madden How you do that, I call it dope boy magic
killin' 'em Got everybody watchin' but who gone stop me? The vert game sowed up Somebody tried some mo shit 'bout some ole shit T Double done switched the game
stressin' to flip Keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit Dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip I'm tryin' to show you where the bread
peace to Heath Ledger But I'm no "Joker" I'll slow roast ya Got no holster Wet glass on your table nigga No coaster Burn bread everyday boy No
hoes over Rest in peace to Heath Ledger but I'm no "joker" I'll slow roast ya, got no holster Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster Burn bread everyday
needed work I assist like Magic Johnson Before rap my name was ringing in the projects We took the block and props of every gram cooked The rap game
like Oprah bang to the boogie The game
stressin' to flip keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip I'm tryin' to show you where the bread
can't wear jeans and sneakers then I won't be lamping there Nope Agro pimp simply finicky note faggot bag it up no diggity soldier Magic touch finger
Attacks" be the malarkey downfall It's not a game no more, run from the flash, leave your penny at the door A lot of magic gadgets; give em' all back
his feet hung inches out the pig pen Motley day goblins brought him pillage to pass the stillness With bad javelin tip dipped inside, barreled, black magic
can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies Raindrops, fallin' on my head Fuckin' with them haters, messin' with my bread