Mr. Magic - What I Gotta lyrics

Police voice: The subject we got here is a known drug pusher Sellin d** in a high crime area Have you searched him yet? Yeah, he had money, he had a beeper on him, but uh, we got him Chorus: Mo B. Dick & [Silkk] I gotta do what I gotta do [gotta have money, gotta have game] And break you off [gotta have heart, if you wanna have thangs] x2 Verse 1: Silkk the Shocker See I'm that type of n***a, gotta do what I gotta Like send my girl on a plane ride, taped up with keys of narcotic But I ain't that type of n***a, thats gon' tell you what I'm gon' do You f** up, I'm a k** ya, and I put that sh** on TRU See I'm that type of n***a that ride with the rich, kick it with the poor Just cuz of some sh** that I used to do, and my rep Everybody see me, all of a sudden hit the floor Rest in peace to my n***a, go head and rest y'all head n***a that k**ed ya, I'm torturin' him, the rest, they dead So Magic pa** me them thangs and let me get 'em (let me get 'em) Nah I ain't lookin' for you dog But I'm a f** you up if you wit 'em (so don't be with 'em) Now see, I'm that type of n***a, that's gon' ball 'till they fall (fall) Dollar bills will stay stackin' and gold and platinum on the wall (wall) Yeah, I'm that type of n***a but I'm wrong cuz I know I'd hit her(hit her) Right before I leave and drop some of my flows So when he come on home, you can k** her Now either you with me dog look , or you oppossed to my sh** n***a like the ice up on my tank, so f** it I froze my wrist (stupid) Now either way you wanna do, choose, let's take it, a chance Now we can do it how you want to, what you wanna do, we can dance So don't trip just drop the beat and I'm a drop the heat (heat) And if this rap sh** slow down go to the dope game b**h and cop a key Whatcha wanna do Chorus x 4 Verse 2: Magic I got to be real with ya, I'm that type of n***a that really don't give a f** My hobbies was totin' tecks Jack and my first words were give it up It was hard to maintain, couldn't see myself workin' this 9 to 5 I'd rather be hustlin' on the corner with my n***as, gettin' high Chancin' my own life, I'm strapped, got a pocketful of bud But I wouldn't have it no other way, my daddy done raised a thug I never rooted for the good guys, I was always for the bad (bad) I guess that's why I got Master P's pictures posted around my pad My ghetto heroes was drug dealer, k**ers and cap peelers I didn't do too bad for myself cuz, now Magic makin' millions Me and Silkk unbeatable team we can't be stopped (can't be stopped) We ain't got nothin' to prove to nobody (nothin') f** wit' us, you get popped It's a brand new generation, and we the children of the future So I'm gon' do what I gotta do because that's what I'm used to Either you with me or you against me, ball or n***a fall But I'm a No Limit Soldier, so I'm comin' for it all Chorus x 4