Black Magic Styles P (Ft. Angie Stone)

[Intro: Styles P & Angie Stone]
You...
Wha, wha, yeah (yeah)
It's like a team over here daddy
One for all, and one for one, you know
(Let it flow, flow, flow... ahh, yeah...)
If it ain't that then it ain't right
If you be knowin that, you'll be aight

[Verse 1: Styles P]
My heart goes out to the homeless and poor
And my niggas in the bing that didn't go to the board
Wit a 25 to L on your back the shit is too cold
And for the kids that didn't get they school clothes
For the gods that lost they earth
The world's a song you'll get it back you just lost your verse
It's P verse the demons, that's why I'm feenin for weed
Cuz I don't wanna forfeit first
I could even bust my gun and do some office work
But I still wanna off this jerk (shit)
I can't leave it out my rhymes (why)
Cuz it be part of my dreams, to see 20 porsches murk
Three houses for the family, two for the niggas
When I die I was true to the niggas (True soldier)
And I never practice voodoo
But it's like Black Magic how I spit this fluid to niggas