Never Slippin' (Album Version (Explicit)) Lyrics

Never Slippin' - Magic

Listen, I wouldn't give a fuck if I get Ross Perot rich

You'll never catch me slipping, that's on the one, nigga

I keep shit tight 'cause I'm a solid nigga, you heard me

Even when I'm smoking on some doe-doe or sipping on some mo-mo

I always keep the 4-4, what, what

You fucking with niggaz, that's 'bout chilling

You fucking with niggaz, that's 'bout killing and digging a lot of holes

You playing with grown men, that'll beat you to mush

No matter the money or power, you could be touched

Ashes to ashes, nigga, dust to dust

You shorten your own life when you fuck with us

See, I was nurtured by the bosom of the block

That told me in a heated situation, grab the glock and pop

Until it stops and never turn back, you understand

Soon as you feel remorse, them niggaz got the upper hand

You'll never catch this nigga slipping

My peripheral vision, one big up on your own intentions so

So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe

Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo

I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no

Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go

So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe

Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo

I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no

Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go

Repetitive niggaz I go against, they don't have a chance

They won't survive, they'll tell you I'm a hell of a man

I devour the weak and dissesemble the strong

So called rappers with song after song

When will the world understand that I can't be stopped

It won't be as easy as it was with Pac

I'm smarter now, took a situation and learned

Can't trust a nigga 'cause niggaz'll get you burned

Watch paparazzi, a lot of stories'll turn

Trying to get you killed, behind the same money you earn

Shot my dog, scared of the power that he possessed

But it ain't over nigga, guess who's next

So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe

Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo

I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no

Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go

So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe

Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo

I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no

Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go

Give me a reason, I'll open fire like it's kill-a-nigga season

You heathens don't deserve breathing

I suck the life out of your body with every word that I speak

And when I'm finished, I'm hoping that that you deceased

I keep my enemies close, watch they moves, I ain't no fool

Just because I dropped out of school

It's called common sense and street smarts

Too much heart'll get you tossed in the park, nigga, lost in the dark

I live the laws of my land, where it's kill or be killed

So don't question if this pistol in my hand is real

Don't question if the stories that you heard are real

Just understand, nigga, this is how I was born for real

So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe

Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo

I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no

Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go

So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe

Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo

I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no

Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go

So even when you catch me smoking on the doe-doe

Or sipping on a taste of mo-mo

I never leave the crib without the fo'-fo', that's a no-no

Somebody leaving with a bo-bo up in they go-go