Lyrics:
2XL F/Unk & Candy Hill - Magic City
[Intro:UNK]
DJ Unk (okay), we up in Magic City.
Scott Storch, we up in Magic City.
2XL, we up in Magic City
One two three four five six
Roadrunner roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna ride by the stop-n-shop
With the radio on
I'm in love with
Fee fi foe fum (radio edit) by: Mr. Sho'Nuff
Fee fi foe fum
Atlanta is the city A U G is where I'm from
Fee fi foe fum
I don't want no problems, but
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
and nick ct
club chocolate, hersey
by the tap, yep the blue flame
magic city lets get it man
play wit these striaght hit man
do it how you wanna, imma
"Getting by"
I couldn't count the amount of times
I've had to fake the smile
People want in my head too much
They fail but she the magic touch
Substance be
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
just like teddy Holmes
We all Just want cp home
I'm top 5 out my city Iont brag, homies told me leave it alone
Unk claim being selfish was the way he
on the radio
[Akil]
Yo I was an inner-city nigga in my room I'd sit
Poppin' off quick cause I could sing a little bit
With my hi-top fade and matchin'
I'm gone
Actin' like a nigga died, girl I gotta make a song
Beethoven with the classics, Zaytoven of the Magic
City I'm talkin' Danger, I'm the one
that rap won't last
Radio was playin' it
Street kids were sayin' it
Soulsonic Force had the funk and
They were bringing it
Then we threw the Whodini
best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
the hypest in New York City?
WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!
"I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
Is that it?
concrete dreams.
The teachers shun the chosen word,
And educate the losers with the absurd,
The system does not know the truth,
Radio edit hides the proof.
concrete dreams
The teachers shun the chosen word
And educate the losers with the absurd
The system does not know the truth
Radio edit hides the proof
at the living room
Listen to the music about that radio edit
I was jaming it that was my favorite song
About "Ain't No Fun" by Snoop N' Nate Dogg
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
got like a hunnid tricks up in my sleeve
Riding in my city doing magic like voodoo
Screaming hella loud smoking packs like who knew
Talking big and bad
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
Wu-tang, radio stop shittin' on me
I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles,
hoe, I know it's sour, I'm motivated by every doubter
The way I been swipin' the debit, you think it's credit, come from the heart, I don't need no edit
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