Are you crazy? Magik will kill you Keep straight and marching Blue on my blade got me feeling just like Magik! Chopper on my waist, high-tech, totin' gadget Yeah, we up it, let it spray We gon' pop out with no hat trick Yeah, my shooters they don't play Really, it ain't no magic My soldiers and they stay on go In the back of the van, with a pretty bad bitch That I barely even know, smell shit up my nose You know we in the back chillin' with my bro's It's the back with the gang rollin' pressure in the truck So I thought that you should know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Seeing a whole lotta red Demons all up in my head They tellin' me I should be dead Pussy-boy, please stop talkin' 'cause I really don't care 'bout what you said And if fuck boy wanna start talkin' out on the gang Then we fill him with led Blue on my blade got me feeling just like Magik Chopper on my waist, high-tech, totin' gadget Yeah, we up it, let it spray We gon' pop out with no hat trick Yeah, my shooters they don't play Really, it ain't no magic