Magic - LUD FOE

Run up on me and this shit gone get tragic

Make a nigga disappear, like I do magic

The police get behind me and disappear, like I do magic

I whip a deuce into a four, like I do magic

I dunk on a bitch, like I’m with the Lakers, they call me Magic

I’m gettin' to that dough and I probably fucked more hoes than Magic

You gettin' money, but when you goin' broke then disappear, magic

They say «Lud Foe, how you blow up?"I don’t know it was magic

My homie caught a case, we caught the witness, they disappeared, magic

Fuck CPD, they ran in my house, they ain’t find me I was in the attic

I got yo bitch up in the Wraith, looked up, she thought it was magic

, I’m shootin' and

While yo bitch keep callin' my phone, she got a fat ass, she want me tap it

Run up on me if you think it’s an act and this MAC have you stumbling backwards

Bitch, all of yo homies in caskets, we been stuffin' them in backwoods

Bitch, I’ll pull up and start blastin', I’ll do a hit and start laughin'

Smoking opp pack, where yo gun at? You better tote that

I’m off the dome, I ain’t even wrote that

It’s a cold world, where yo coat at?

You get face shots, like a kodak

I’m lookin' for you nigga, where yo block at?

Ain’t one up top, he forgot to cop that

Drive a 6-trey, then unlock that

Hit the block then I white chalk that

I fall in the club like, where them bitches at?

We in mini vans, lookin' for yo mans

Where them niggas at?

Shit that you do in the streets, never mention that

He ain’t know I have my heat

I looked at that nigga like, bitch who you flinchin' at?

I’m Chef Boyardee, I fuck up the pot

Show me where the kitchen at

We in the club and she can’t keep focused, I’m where all her attention at

Bitch I was checkin' attendance, where was your attendance at?

Don’t say you want war with us, cause if you start with us, bitch we gone fuck

around finish that

Pull on yo block, swingin' this brand new Glock .40 like a tennis racket

Get knocked right out of yo socks, thought we was gone box, but no I’m gone

kill his ass

This clip full of hot shit, that’s what I’ma fill his ass

We hate this fuck nigga, let off 30 shots and it still ain’t hit (shit)

My bitch got a ass so fat, sittin' right on her back, her jeans,

she can’t even fit

This pill got me rollin' hard, I got cotton mouth so bitch, I can’t even spit

Don’t give no fuck who you go get, bitch, we gone kill you and whoever you with

Try walkin' in my shoes, they don’t even fit, cause bitch I’m real as it get

Real as it get