Holdin` That Nine Flow

(*scratching*)<br><br>[Magno]<br>Magnificent, I`m married to the streets for better or worse<br>I better my verse, cause my chedda come first<br>I might grab the mic, but still wet up your shirt<br>Then pay for your funeral, leather your hearse<br>I bring heat to make the world get stuffy, enough game<br>To park the slab come back, and put your girl on a Huffy<br>Yo Mag rock pearls, cause they lovely boppers-boppers<br>Just love how the choppers shining, twirl on a Dully<br>How you wanna do it, spit the tech or a jab<br>You got screens, but I connect the Internet in my slab<br>You ain`t said shit, me and Mike wreck the collabs<br>Fuck the hate, you can show us love direct with a dab<br>And to let you haters know, I`m straight out the gutter<br>I got niggaz on my team, that`ll take out your mother<br>Bill-sixty with the markers, my click be with the sparkles<br>My wallet stay fatter, than Nikki from the Parkers<br>Like I won`t, shatter your sections<br>I go from being a nice guy to fuck you, in a matter of seconds<br>Pack a nine, just to find the haters<br>And I`m passing shells out, like taco combined to waiters<br><br>(*scratching*)