M-A-G To The N-O-Magno

M-A-G To The N-O - Magno Magno, ya heard, a.k.a Magnificent, mayn CEO of Wildlife Records, just wanna let everybody know The New Print, all flows is in sto's now, go knock it off, mayn You wanna cop it from the net? But uh, for now we finna get down to business You know I'm sayin'? DJ OP what it do, baby? Killa Tone Haha, finna go ahead and get it crunked up, you know I'm sayin'? Houston, stand up, baby, yeah, yeah It's Magno, man, I'm straight from Houston Me droppin' whack sh*t? Man, I'm straight refusin' That's the reason why my weight be movin' You wanna hate you losin', this thang'll give your face contusions In Miami, my dates be Cuban, my bodyguards Haitian Okay, that's just in case anybody starts hatin' We turn 'em into patients They fam' in the lobby or the hospital pacin' I'm the thoedest, I'ma make you hear it Since my rhymes give me cake, I'ma bake the lyrics When I drop, first day crack a thousand, make the majors look Usin' move they wife, open housin' hits they neighborhood Sometimes it gets arousin' when a hater would Tryin' to stop my shine or stunt my growth Like I won't cock this nine or jump they folk Then giggle with my feet up watchin' Jimmy Kimmel Mag' thoed, but the rest be strackin' I keep a gal and a side hoe like Jessie Jackson I don't try to act hard like the rest be actin' I'm a Greenspoint rookie still in vest be Jacklin When I bust open the door it's like Nestle crackin' What's up to Acres Home where them techs be crappin', holla This the North, birds chirp and we spittin' raps And we don't wear church shirts with a fitted cap We on the block, tall tee with a doo-rag Swangin' in that new Jag, trunk bangin' that new Mag' I don't care, for the reputation this fool has I'm just tryin' to rap with the dedication that Screw had Now if y'all want DJ OP to play Deetha I Y'all gotta get louder than that They want ya Deetha, they want ya Think you skatin' on this ice like the tongues of a dyke They panties in my glass, b**ches know what I like I get a** in that Jag, scoot over for your friends I got sucker twin at Mag', it's over for them Fly if you like but I got hollow friends That'll get deep inside you like you high off the life Heinekein or Bud Light, I import my domestics Make sure your a** is speedy, that's how we get down in Texas Holdin' covers of the Vibe and the Source I stroll through the hood, never married Though I've been through divorce Makeshift attitude, took a course on how to easy bake the d**e Dough risin' b**ches got me in court Half violent, half strivin' for some f**kin' import That re-sample one that, that make you pay for the bag And they ain't never ever gotta speak to this man Never ever's too soon, I'd just assume be glad How you feel? F**k with ya and I'll pray for hope missin' The good that spoke wisdom, pay the thug protection My investment cop an Expedition When rims spin around in these circles like gravity switchin' F**kin' pagin' that paper means we surely missin' I got cash now, they kiss my black a** now When the lights dim down they still spot the cash cow Wildlife sellin' like some McDonald's hash browns Haha, straight 'em up, mayn, that's how we do it Wildlife Records 2004 and beyond, ya heard Holla at ya boy, mayn, DJ OP, what it do, baby? Killa Tone, holla at ya boy, mayn, we eatin' tracks for a snack