it for free Lookin' dead at me, finna' get me for what I got Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot Now I'm almost out the door, one hour left before
can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing Let up the suicide doors This is my life homey, you decide yours I know that Jesus died for
Starlight open wide Starlight open up your door This is New York calling With movies on the street Movies with real people What you get is what you see
do it, 2005 we're normal, Shinobi on the electrics, Bomb Squad we're normal, 2005, And tell dem bois to stop bittin? You heard, I wish I had a magic
girl show'n up yo girl want'n kiss my chuck ???????????? now she lookin for chuck whole life pedal mashed prayin god wont let me crash no im slippin askin for
toast works n hours shawt gettin me brain she graduated out da haward i count money every second n count every hour u know im bringin magic n the games call me hours
Dana by one of my friends By Big O just to be exact We was just chillin' by my homie named Pat Then I heard a knock on the motherfuckin' door I said "
this ghetto chick, hopin' to have a ghetto girl And after all there ain't no spaces for that How can we live up in this world where d'ain't no place for
of my power Gagged and imprisoned in a tall dark tower I must have cried for an age or more Till I saw through tears and I found the door Further up
she was his Messiah like that stranger may be yours Who holds a subtle knife that carves through worlds like magic doors And that?s what I?ve been looking for
't go nowhere Give me a second to breathe CHORUS: It must be magic She loves the way I give her the magic She wants a sugar daddy She wants me to keep giving her the magic
don't play So you can relax, all your problems and you come you come you come Grand Puba's the one to get the job done Well then you knock knock knock upon my door door door
gates of eden were closed The magic has gone from her smile No future was in her eyes I had enough of bad news In the midnight hour, I will stand all
magic of love, baby Do you believe, do you believe in the magic of love? I believe in the magic of love, baby Do you believe, do you believe in the magic
for this moment secretly Counting every minute, every hour till you're with me 'Cause I know just what's in store And now I'm in your arms, so baby close the door
the morning and you're walking out the door You got no time for coffee Standing here remembering when my kisses made you late Gonna take a minute for
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
many niggas in so many different places ye head me Hook 2x: magic [verse two: master p] Nigga we thugged together, sold drugs together Fucked hoes together, kicked in doors