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letra de black magic - twisted insane

[intro]
[gang fight]

mmmhmm
they knew i had…
they knew i had that heat huh
my sh-t is right by me
hand me that motherf-ckin blunt
this motherf-cka, i gotta dry this b-tch first

[verse 1: twisted insane]
paranoia!
[dissin?] my body with flames, [coat this ice?]
homie, ya better be ready for war when walkin down the street at night n’
ready with hand on the gauge
for n-ggas that run up or wanna get diesel
run up on me, there is no sequel
motherf-cker, the bullet will meet you
to bury your body in river for n-ggas that run up and [got that?]
stop that!
homie, because we all know where you been shot at
this n-gga wanna get down?
heck, my n-ggas wanna get down too!
run up on us and kick up dust
watchin how fast we [clowned?] you
[?] a 40 ounce bottle [while feelin?] that ganja
lucifer turn on my demons to make me do everything, even if choppin off nostrils
i walk in the do’
look for the money, for penny, then hurry and sell
you n-ggas, ya better be ready [and lose the first penny?] just because of the smell
n-gga be walkin through h-ll
head for this murder and keepin the death
put one in ya [nut?] when i’m bussin my tech, [filled off?] with the tech and get off of the set
this ain’t the right flow…
for n-ggas that really don’t wanna be bussin
step over homie, we feel that we differ, we on a mission, n-gga no discussion

[chorus: twisted insane]
do you want to know black magic? [black magic!]
where yo -ss can get smashed fo’ pickin up savine [that’s real]
and f-ckin with them psychos
and bustin with the rifles
we n-ggas best sight no [what?!]
m-th-f-ckas you ain’t never seen me before you hit the do’
[?] [mmmm…]
[?] like a habit [gotta have it]
so come into my room and let me teach you black magic

[verse 2: catmandu]
it had happened one sat-rday night, i was [mobbin?] like a m-th-f-cka, down in [sick and the loony?] street
smokin on some hydroponic trees
me and my [peep?] was plottin on a come up
imma burn somethin like a skinny ho, can’t cook in the mornin
if you sleepin, we creepin
givin n-ggas dirt naps
i’m hurtin, for certain
and homie you don’t wanna see [cat?]
187, don’t listen to eleven
[?] n-gga’s pockets and king-sized mantles n’
sh-t’s gettin funky like them [?] [clumps?] flattenin
couldn’t clean like a surgeon, make you bl–dy like a virgin
only god can judge me and i’m wonderin will i ever see [pac?] again, i’m livin [straight?] for this life and i know i’m gonna murder somethin
twisted insane got the gauge, gon’ pop somethin
if this [?] go good, homie we gon’ cop somethin
break it down, bag it up, and hit the block all in the same night, this black magic’ll have you seein lights

[chorus]

[verse 3: twisted insane]
one off for the dojo
sufferin one to the dome [?] my composure
circle and salt when i’m doin the voodoo and lightin a candle and urn for the [mojo?]
[?]
and leavin em all in the dirt
so n-ggas that take out they stomach and fill em with bullets, you know about puttin in work
i’m never the one to be [lit in the car?] [?] feelin the booster
[?] when off of medusa
40 ounce and a ruger, dumpin on n-ggas that really don’t wanna be f-cked with
hop out the model when off of the bottle and catch [?] slippin right in front of ya bucket
catch ya slippin right in front of ya bucket
my n-ggas will [brack em?] all to the brain
look into they eyes and [happen?], watch how fast these n-ggas [?] when they encounter the flames
burnin bodies like the ashes and urns, i’m ready to learn why these n-ggas are sicker
dumpin with so much artillery, n-ggas they feelin me when i be off of the liquor
sick and the quicksand’s gettin thicker
and all the o.e. is just k!llin my liver
so p-ssionate for bein [?] [mixin you?] with the wicked elixir
hopin you n-ggas is gettin your fixer
off of my sh-t cause i do be a savage
meetin your doom when you enter the room…
black magic

[chorus]

- twisted insane

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