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rome streetz - black magic lyrics

i want to know what take some look upon, what them hear about how you know them? how you ever hear about them? you ever create a dimension of the business yet? and we are the only bad man sound about here so some boy should come and chill say, i want to them i come out of a big star what if i’m a star, i’m moved, i’m big on them i want to them

[verse:]
ayo, finesse you like african scammers
diamonds flashing on camera, rockin’ on casablanca
at the copacabana all i know is fast dough, dope smoke
and the hammers push the lambo slow in atlanta
got a rich coke head that sniff blow off a planter
rather be the next sosa than the tony montana
with a tag on his toe and five holes in his bandana
watch for the double cross like you guarding the answer
they say the phone food and microwaves is causing the cancer fake vaccines and black teens are shooting your mensa
throwing 7+6+2’s through your niece on stanza
you peons will never advance up you bottom feeders, roaches that i step on in thousand dollar sneakers
lie from where they rock from i’m the preacher
only god can reach us xena, fentanyl, f+ck up all the broad features
prom queen, now she being felicia
this the razor blade, rome santaria in your speaker, voodoo
do you n+ggas like i never knew you
k!ll you from the inside like a bullet from a .22
ain’t sh+t changed, brain still got a few loose crews
was a young ace hoping one day to meet lulu
that sh+t is lit, i get brick bread to spill who knew?
i seen money fall from the sky seen sh+t live, sh+t die
seen signs from the most high seen a sly
greedy+eyed devil in a bow tie
bite the hand that fed his hungry mouth, i don’t know why
why play the game if you ain’t gon’ go the whole nine ?
i seen a righteous man do a scam, sniff a blow line
a dumb digger quit before he hit the gold mine
when i spit you b+tch n+ggas get no shine
you had chips but you lost it all ’cause you ain’t switch or broke mine
slime, you’ll get hit with the clip out the gold snot
always a fly n+gga but i been the sh+t the whole time
dope boy, the cuddies that bought coke is my co+sign
folding c+notes was locked from ’06 to ’09
at your neck like the stone+cold clothesline
rock bottom taught me way more than the top did
had to go hard, kicking the door how you think chris got big? selling bad boy made a few fiends drop dead
worthless walking this earth if you ain’t got bread
that’s a known fact where i’m from you either wanna be jay + z , lebron or peter rollock

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