Work Magic (feat. Young Buck)

I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride

They gon' ride, we all gon' ride

I come from the heart of South Side

Holdin' it down for my **** that died

I got a busy bird on my side

Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired

Baby had tried to steal off the payroll

I have **** scrapin' the skin off your face

With the same shit they peel the potatoes

I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us

The willpower and reflexes of Larry Davis

You don't wanna see my block formin'

That's a hundred and one dogs

And I don't mean the ones the with spots on them

We're respected highly

'Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body

Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby

If I bring all my ****, I'll need an extra lobby

As soon as you ain't around jake

You get your ass whipped for chips

Now that's the real definition of pound cake

I got the crown, snake, and you can tell when I'm shoppin'

'Cause when the mall stampedin', you feel the ground shake

I got a car I only drive on Thursdays

I'm a stunna, Banks blows more cake than birthdays

Look at here, ain't nobody around here scared

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeah, oh yeah, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you **** disappear

Look at here, ain't nobody around here scared

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeah, oh yeah, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you **** disappear

You know how I gets down, this pound holds six rounds

I told ya I'd be back, bitch, talk that shit now

You hear that four fifth sound, duck when I spit rounds

'Cause this ain't Beverly Hills, you in the bricks now

We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sale

You get your head cracked and **** don't run and tell

It's like we sell crack, get caught, head back to jail

We on that "Fuck the police" shit, we livin' in Hell

You better guard your grill, homie, and stand your ground

These bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin' around

I never learn, even after I took a couple shots

I just got me some Band-aids and bought a couple Glocks

Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks

Once they hear that 12 gauge, that's when the trouble stops

If it's beef, then I'm ready to ride

Just come to Cashville, you can find me on the South Side, motherfucker

Look at here, ain't nobody round here scared

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeah, oh yeah this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you **** disappear

Look at here, ain't nobody around here scared

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeah, oh yeah, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you **** disappear

Now, I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab Five

You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin' name

Wether the truck or train, my minds stuck on the grind

'Cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckers came

Yeah, he talkin' shit but we can all tell he ass

Jabs will black his eyes like the R. Kelly mask

You gotta blast me, yo, 'cause the Louisville

Will have your head lookin' like the top of a pistachio

The young gunner with the raspy flow

Got every boyfriend thinkin' their girlfriend's a nasty ho

My heart laughin', it's small

Maybe it's  'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball

Banks hops out, bullet proof this, bullet proof that

Bullet proof snorkel, when you hot, they hawk you

I got the hood on my shoulder, chain big as a boulder

The 3-5-7 tucker, motherfucker

Look at here, ain't nobody around here scared

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeah, oh yeah, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you **** disappear

Look at here, ain't nobody around here scared

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeah, oh yeah, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you **** disappear