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Magic Lyrics

Album: Thuggin'

Do You Really Want Peace Lyrics

C-Murder talks

Chorus-C-Murder

Now do you really want peace

Or do you really want beef-(2x)

You say keep it real 

It's all about the game

But when you live the street life

It can bring you so much pain

{C-Murder}

Now I'm tryin' and pryin' and

Pullin' dem hoes 

Smoking so much green 

I just can't feel it no mo'

Now when I'm high ain't no lie

I'm kind of stronger than before

I lose my buzz and I wonder 

How that blood go on the floor

Now I'm competing wit' nobody

My gun is bigger

Now I ain't looking for trouble

But I ain't runnin from no nigga

I meet aside for my nigga

Reincarnating get revenge and granting wishes

Leave the bitch wit' his jealous friends

Ain't nothin' mo' dangerous than a man in denial

Ask the Hail Mary please baptize me in eternal fire

Cause evil lurks behind every door

Papa killed hisself

I guess he couldn't take it no mo'

And livin'young and dumb 

Niggas hustlin' for fun

Hoes addicted to dubs like fiends addicted to drugs

My young victims on these killin' fields

Wishin' for peace

But see the opposite of ??? is dead-end streets

Chorus-2x

{Magic}

Now do you really want beef huh

You showing off in front of dem chessy broads

What I supposed to blow this off 

Fuck that shit I'm going off 

Say Fath let me holla at you about something

You got a light(Here)(gunshot blast)

Then I start to dump it

Didn't matter where the fuck we at

You gonna get ya issue

So tell ya papa bye-bye

And I know that he gon' miss you

But my nerves bad and 

I don't play no games wit' ya

Now ya mama eyes running masscara she need tissue

Dressed in all black 

This could've been avoided 

But ya started now you're dearly departed

Hit'em wit' a mickey

Fakin' like a waiter 

He drinkin' gin and juice

He'll never taste the flava 

A few seconds later he gettin' all dizzy

Fallin',reachin' for the table

Once yoy croos the line fuck peace 

And I won't rest until yo' funky ass deceased

Ya heard me

Chorus-2x

Magic talks

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