Lyrics:
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
Jaaaa...
Baby
Baby, you can do magic
Baby, isn't it tragic
Maybe you can do something
I can't
And I can't get enough of it
Baby, you can do
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
set di program like a computer mark
Sit down pon mi laptop and show me what you got, uh
Blue movie boo, you a mi blue movie boo (gyal, do it again)
set di program like a computer mark
Sit down pon mi laptop and show me what you got, uh
Blue movie boo, you a mi blue movie boo (gyal, do it again)
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
nobody wanna catch it
Frozen fire
Call me down
Frozen fire
Show me around,
Candle wax drip like tears
Roll over one thousand years
Monkey
saw my baby crying hard as babe could cry
What could I do? My baby's love had gone
Left my baby blue nobody knew
What kind of magic spell to use?
(Hey!
champion, our king
Neon dreams
In the neon-blue city lights
Where shadows dance through the endless nights
I'm cruising down, full of hope
In my DeLorean
and me got girl
I believe it's magic (magic)
I believe it's magic (magic)
I believe it's magic (magic)
Magic (magic)
Ooh, I love my ugly boy
So
Write down the words as written
And never disturb the presence
Of resurrection crutch
And it's about time
It's about drawing near
Blue skies
life without your life in misery
Blue jeans and bloody tears
Don't give up on a precious summer
Rolling in the moonshine
Baby by bye-bye
Oh by bye-bye
you touch
I have to escape this by any means, and I'll do such
(And I'll do such)
Make—making, making magic
Make—making, making magic
Make—making,
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods
Precious metals round our necks and arms
We tear it up y'all,
You start it out by puttin' on your old blue dress
And you slip your feet into your blue suede shoes
And you look up at blue skies through your pale
down it's going down
Blue band by zero
Zero by zero is around
What goes around
Goes around and around
And around and around
Mzuka sound
To the world
place
Light up the shadows
Brick by brick the walls come down
Who can judge your magic love
So mystically profound
Blue eyes, I don't want to lose
for the moon to rise
Don't want it to pass me by
Don't want it to pass me by
But I've been waiting for a magic moment
But maybe there are magic
Tryna play it cool
But, girl, I know you too...
Know you way to well
You'd rather swallow pride
Than to sleep all by yourself
Just put down them bags,
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on)
Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea)
We
[R. Kelly, talking]
Oh! Ladies it's ya boyfriend, Kels
Do or Die, I told y'all
We lookin' for them magic chicks
The ones that can make that thing do
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