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higher
You set my heart on fire
When you touch my body got me singing like Mariah
There is no denying, your kisses keep me flying
When you touch by
be without you?

[Mariah Carey (Ja Rule)]
I never thought (baby there's nothing to lose)
Thought I'd be (you know my soul's so cold)
Without you
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly, Mariah Carey's kinda scary
Wait a minute, what about my honey Mary?
Them jeans they
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
Mariah Carey's kinda scary
Wait a minute, what about my honey Mary?
The jeans they
I asked her with Colt 45 on my breath

[Chorus]
Can I get my freak on with you? (come here baby)
Smoke some weed and drink some brew (I love ya body
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
Mariah Carey's kinda scary
Wait a minute, what about my honey Mary?
The jeans they
Plus I got a city that I Carey like Mariah
Damn, that punch line was predictable
I still got you shitting bricks, homie quit the bull
And we don’t
a Uber, you don't need a cab
Fuck a bus pass, you got a Moped man
She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair
Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
Throwing up the West
could still ride together
You don't need a Uber, you don't need a cab
Fuck a bus pass, you got a Moped man
She got nineteen eighty eight Mariah Carey
Obey me

I sneak up on me
I shed my shh
My shock, my body clear
Obey me, poison
Obey me, obey me
I sneak up on me
I shed my shh
My shock, my
I have to hit

Whatever I aim at
I line 'em up
Ya body is weak, feel with pain
That time is up

You been hit with somethin'
Different, isn't it?
Rakim
orangatangin, wilding out on hoodrats
They say I act like I'm too famous to say hi
And tell 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless,
You niggas don't
wu-tang boots
Wit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail
My manicured nails touch a triple beam scale
Baby is a athlete body like a star
Ya talkin real bad
I have to hit

Whatever I aim at
I line 'em up
Ya body is weak, feel with pain
That time is up

You been hit with somethin'
Different, isn't it?
Rakim
The remix, add on son
Politic for the real ones)

We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
The rich
The remix, add on son
Politic for the real ones)

[Chorus]
We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts
Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
than giraffe necks
Poverty will make your ass bet on words
Touch niggaz in jail make them wanna finish their last set
They say you live by the gun
punch lines that, I have to hit
Whatever I aim at, I line 'em up
Ya body is weak, feel with pain, that time is up

You been hit with somethin' different,
malaria come to ya area
You couldn't touch my style with Hands Across America
I slaughter, spit in your water like Kidd homes
Leave you need orthoscopic
the ladies love to touch)
Is it true? (Y'all be whylin in the club too much)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men
Is it you or is it Deja Vu?
Is it you? (Y'all
I can wreck that hoe
It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo

[T2]
I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes
I'm iced up, cause my whole body