Mr. Magic - What U Wan’ Do

Presidential campaign

〈police officer〉
We have an apb on a 51-50 mental patient named mr. magic...
He hasn't taken his medication...
He is considered armed and crazy...
(they call him white eyes…)

〈magic〉
See, i'm a cool nigga
Just don't get me mad
I start to tear shit up
Acting fuckin’ bad
Pissin’ people off
Throwin’ elbows
Even at the hoes
The club i have to close
But you ain't feelin’ me
Come get yo’ issue, nigga
See, you ain't scarin’ me
Like you some kind of killa
See, i done killed too
So look off in my eyes
And what you wan' do
Tell me what you wan' do?
I cuss your grandma
I ain't got no respect
You better leave me alone
‘fore i grab you round your neck
I get a check nigga
See i'm lil retarded
I'm from ‘cross the canal
The city of new orleans
You see this platinum tank?
This the new no limit
How could you play with yourself and think that we was finished?
So don't be swellin’ up
Actin’ bout that there
Just stop that stupid thinkin’
'cause i doubt that there
〈chorus: magic〉
Calm ya nerves nigga
'cause i can thug too
Ain't got no love nigga
So what you wan' do?
I'm in the club nigga
Gettin’ my thug on
Lookin’ for big booty bitches that i can rub on
And you ain't scarin’ me
So what you wan' do?
What you wan' do
Tell me what you wan' do?
And you ain't scarin’ me, nigga
So what you wan' do?
What you wan' do
Tell me what you wan' do?

〈magic〉
See, i'ma dumb nigga
When i got a gun, nigga
I shoot the neighbor's dogs and cats for fun, nigga
I was in special ed
See i ain't right, nigga
When i fight you i be fightin’ to take your life, nigga
I bite, kick and scratch
I ain't no fuckin’ boxer
I'm tryin to kill some thin’ or send somethin’ to the doctor
See i'm on medication
To keep my nerves calm
The doctors told me without it i'm like a time bomb
I see dead people..
You think i'm fuckin’ scared?
I stay prepared got the calico right under the bed
I'm from the nine, nigga
Respect my mind, nigga
I'm bout it bout it
See i thug all the time, nigga
You with that bullshit
Then get the fuck, nigga
Stay with that bullshit
And you'll get buck, nigga
I fuck over your guy
And ten niggas that look like ya
Scratch off screamin "9th ward for life"
Ahhh!
〈chorus: magic〉
Calm ya nerves nigga
'cause i can thug too
Ain't got no love nigga
So what you wan' do?
I'm in the club nigga
Gettin’ my thug on
Lookin’ for big booty bitches that i can rub on
And you ain't scarin’ me
So what you wan' do?
What you wan' do
Tell me what you wan' do?
And you ain't scarin’ me, nigga
So what you wan' do?
What you wan' do
Tell me what you wan' do?

One way, or the other, i'm gon find you
I'm gon get chu, get chu, get chu, get chu
One way, or the other, i'm gon find you
I'm gon get chu, get chu, get chu, get chu
One way, or the other, i'm gon find you
I'm gon get chu, get chu, get chu, get chu
One way, or the other, i'm gon find you
I'm gon get chu, get chu, get chu, get chu
〈outro〉
Put yo' drink down, get yo' thug on
Put yo' drink down, get yo' thug on
Put yo' drink down, get yo' thug on
Put yo' drink down, get yo' thug on

Mr. Magic (August 16, 1975 – March 1, 2013), born Awood Johnson Jr., was a rapper who made his mark during the prime years of No Limit Records. RIP