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[In The Background]
UHMMMMMMMM
I hope your all bout it, don t be playin no games
Nigga tryin to do something, for real

[Chorus]
You can meet me at the hotel S.A.P.
I Hope you got your girls cus I got my dawgs with me (4x)

Now IM gon be in room 7-3-0 cus IM a Leo
I like Emm black brown and Creole, you know my stee lo
Soon as we touch down in your town, peep it
My first question, is were dem gimps at, ain t no secret
We some G s and we like to get pleased, with no beginners
When you finished with me, my nigga forty got winners
Big swolls, he fresh off parole, he like Emm slim with gold
Big Herb he like thick with a mini-skirts
I got my camouflaged drawz, and my rubbers
Make sure you bring a extra gimp for my lil brother, it s goin down
I know you got your soldier shit on
Cus you been talkin you bout it on that phone, you heard me

[Chorus 4x]

[??]
So you saw me on stage, girl you in a rage
Tryin to turn tha page, before I put you in this gimp cage
What s you age, 21, HELL YAH
Tell ya moms to watch your son, tell your man tonight that you can t
come
I m a virgo don t pass me, they say I m nasty
Come to room 19, lets break my wet dream
My fuck spot, ask them hoes in Augusta how to serve rock (ha ha ha)

[Magic]
Were s your whole fleet, it s Mr. Magic, tha Casanova
Known for my smooth way for askin you bitches over
Would you like some Dom Perignon, while I m smokin my ?cong?
Cus I m thinkin of takin the pussy home baby
I ain t trippin , fuck I trick on the sleek
Just a flash of my ?C-Nose? And your ready to get bent
This experiment, I wanna see how loud you can scream
I fill your biggest dreams in room 8-16

[Chorus 4x]

[Mia X]
It s goin down room 7-3-0, at 7:30
I play the game boy, low-down and dirty, you heard me
This nigga told me to bring my girls, but I ain t got no friends
Instead my head I m goin solo for dough though and jackin ends
He think he gettin nasty, he gon be assed out
?? ?? Beat it real quickly then he pass out
I gets my shine on diamond studded pussy decor
And rhyme bitch ass line go fuck a storm door

[Magic]
Now baby girl, I got a 8:30 flight
So uhh, if this is goin down, it s gotta happen tonight
And baby doll, don t fight (don t fight) it s kinda tight
Look, you know what I like, AIGHT
I m a soldier, you probly knew that, so were your crew at
Me and my niggas wanna see how yall hoes do that
I m tryin to do something, he tryin to
Were they at boo, say you, you tryin to do something too?

[Chorus]
Let s get it on we wanna bone
Got a case of Dom Perignon
And a half a zone
So lets get it on (4x)

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Yeah, spinning been on these niggas.
It s World War.
Yeah, I send this out to my nigga.
Wherever you are.
We still ain t nothin but some niggas in trouble, ya heard me?
Feel it, uh, yeah.
It s World War nigga.
It s like a deadly game.
And me and my niggas in it to win it, ya heard me?
World War nigga.
Check it.

Feel the wrath of a soulja, the Crescent City Jesus
I pack a tre deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth
To hit em, rugged even if it s unplugged for thug lifers
We be the niggas leavin slugs in ya crime cipher
We got the town locked
with underground stock around clock workers to serve us
Responsible for many murders
We left your town with all the gold pieces
Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family s convict releases
Pay the witnesses to hold they breath,
Non cooperation is only death, and no this ain t a phony Tec
I m in a limo full of blow niggas
But I m never high cause a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga
A trail of cops is followin we start to swallowin the evidentials
Keep supplier s name confidential
The crooked cops started buckin at us
I made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us
I grab the Tec and started buckin back
Cuz I d rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac
The head shot took me under
I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number

It s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
It s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers

T-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him Johnny
I never thought them snake muthafuckas would be behind me
They took a shot nearly blind me
My eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin timely
I can t believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil McKinley
I ll be a memory, shit I ain t havin it
Fightin for my life, the reapers grabbin it
Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more
I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Value Jet
I heard a nigga say he wasn t dead yet, they should have never said that
My life came back, like some supernatural shit
I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin me with
Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster
Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafuckers I m a soulja
You can t kill me, they said we ll see
I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me
I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement
You never see the Mac s assassination

You motherfuckers.
And that s how it is in 99.
It s just World War against these motherfucking cops.
Feel it.

It s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
It s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers

It s the year twenty hundred, the devil s still running
Money is done with, we only sold get your gun shit
You either ballin or you starvin, tombstones in the mystic coffin
On top of that we living in New Orleans
Yet I m trying to make something shake
The only thing between me and my cake is Fake Jake
But it get trifer
If I escape then its cool but if not,
looking at a lifer, that s hard to cipher
Cause I ain t trying to hear put no chip in my wrist
I d rather drink shit and eat piss, it s that serious
So get the phone, call my nigga Joe
Pray for me fore I go, running up in the store
Should I die following my big collection of dough
Tell my niggas that I didn t die poor you know
Old sucka John ass copper, trailing me in the helicopter
I cocked back, went to busting at the chopper
It must have been my niggas blessing, cause I got away without requesting
But thugs never learn their lesson
I m strictly into banks, fuck blacks, they ain t got shit
I m running with an ex cop and an ex locksmith nigga

It s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
It s like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers

Y all know.

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feat. 2 4 1 Fiend Magic

[2 4 1 talking]
Alright we got Mac Magic Fiend
And fa sho we got 2 4 1 up in this bitch
You know what I m saying?
And if any of you motherfuckers move
Y all gon get your fuckin heads blown off
Ya heard me?

[Mac]
Alright nobody move nobody die
If you thinkin about breathin then I ma open fire
Tonight everybody s gonna die tonight
Mr. Magic you pat em down
2 4-1 y all duct tape em
And if anybody move Fiend gon disenegrate em
Startin with you and you, cuz I told y all not to breathe
Now I want the rest of y all to watch them motherfuckers bleed
Throw down your rollies, your Gucci s, your Sace s
And your new Jays, and your cellphones
And anything else that cost over a hundred bones

[Magic]
Alright, I ma pat everybody down
So keep your heads to the floor
Whoever in charge of this bitch better point me to the door
I m lookin for the loot, so me and my people can leave
But any dis-cooperation and one of you bitches gon bleed
I m bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain t raise no punk
I m bout that murder, you motherfuckers better smell my trunk
They call me Magic cuz I m known for makin my victims disappear
Fear? Naw nigga that shit ain t happen round here

[Chorus - Mac] X 2
Now everybody lay it down
Nobody make a sound
I got fifty fuckin rounds

[2-4-1]
Lights beamin, we screamin, we gonna get cha
2-4-1 we re dumpin in the clip with the triggers
We gotta be bad, you better get ready
We re gonna do your ass like Jason, or either like Freddy
The time has come, the clock has ticked
Man hold up, this is your last trick
Off the hook, it s the way, let us reign
Niggas better know this ain t no motherfuckin game

[Fiend]
Now what I got to get it done?
The M-1, I borrowed from Big Ed
My chopper got a spittin tongue
And when it hums, it speaks ya to death
I ain t got no problem with you, well maybe I do
You got what I want
And either till you give it up, I ma split ya up
And don t think that I won t
Don t got much time to tell about the murder tale
To each one of y all
But that last motherfucker that ain t really wanna give it up
Just be here with y all
What cha mean that nigga Fiend ain t got the gall?
My nigga Mac gave the call
Murder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all y all

[Chorus] X 3

[Mac]
I told you bitches lay it down, everybody made a sound
So we shuttin this bitch down, ya heard me?

O figli, o figlio miei!
Da quel tiranno tutti uccisi voi foste,
e insiem con voi la madre
sventurata!
Ah, fra gli artigli di quel tigre
Io lasciai la madre e i figli?

Ah, la paterna mano non vi fu scudo,
o...

Chorus:
Whatever we had goin it sure aint anymore
Where there used to laughter now theres only pain

(Verse One)
I never thought it would end
Called u my soul mate
Thought u d become my wife
Together forever
Noone could tell me otherwise
Now I look back
Rememberin all those tears from ur eyes
Those were the three longest yrs...

Soñé que te perdía, soñé que enloquecía
la noche me dejó sin tu calor
soñé que ya no estabas, soñé que me faltabas
quedé con la mitad de un corazón
Ya no tenía tu sonrisa, amanecía y despertaba sin ti

Coro:
Antes de dormir amor yo te prometo
besarte y abrazarte un poco más
Antes de dormir, amor...

Ref.
Mówię tak myślę nie
Język mój kłamie przeciw mnie
Idę
Choć zostać chcę
Tak moje ciało kłamie

Gdzieś jest prawda
Lecz we mnie na dnie
Schowana
Czasem wymknie się by
Móc uwielbiać Cię gdy
Nie widzisz

Może to jest
i pycha
Może zło...

Batticuore per amore
batti forte , fai rumore
questo è il battito del cuore
batticuore
batticuore

batte forte il cuore
e mi batte per amore
un po di meno
a me mi sembra di morire

non smette mai...