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Verse 1: 

Okay the come up,
We was starting to warm up,
Loving the feel the music brought
To me when I jammed up
Listening to B.I.G, Nas and J Cole

have a good time

Smokin on that grade a
Just another day 
Puffin on that Mary j 
You gone come my way 
When you smell that wave 
And let me say
This

yea
Give it to me nice strong yea
Up in your arms yea
Til the sunrises 
It's in your eyes, yes 
Alright
To be honest you're a Casanova 
Smooth talking

Saint Peter 
Turned his back and left 
We tried to wish him luck 
But, he didn't need it 
He met an old man
He met a poor man 
He met a hungry man
He

Listening' to rachet
Music made by niggas with bachellors
Feeling some kind of way
Really it's a mask or
Masquerade, these labels are after slaves

pockets
My flow rockets with no profits who go'n stop it you loan popping ya own coffin
It's in the bag Mary J. Poppins you got no options

Yyaahh

Gimme my

Lauren Hills, even the Mary J's
Queen Pen, even Beyonce
The Trina's to Adina Howard, Ashanti
Regina Bell ohhh do me swell,
Anita Baker, The Kim K's they

love it up so the wifey see Cristo in Danny
I do it cause I can't stop and won't - no
I do it cause I'm backed by the Lord - J Hov
I do it cause

I betta get away
These thoughts are rampant
And they are here to stay
Clawing inside going up and down my spine
And it's only the first J in my

gas, no food, I'm getting near
To breaking down, act a clown, smiles to a frown
Rose Royce, Mary J, I'm feeling like I'm going down
I got to calling

mattered
The struggle never ends
Hello
It's against the rules and very dangerous
To ride or walk between train cars
Unless it's an emergency or if you're

You want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby
YOu want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby

They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones
And aye,

900 Blame a Nigga

The Luniz

Operation Stackola

1995

last night
I did see it, but I know those were niggers

Drivin' down the block, and what did I see
A police man tryna gaffle me
Threw down my rocks,

No I don’t be on that other shit
Watch me thumb through the money I double it
By way I can tell she in love with it
How i run up that sack up ain’t

Off my supply
Now i flip it and make
My profit right back
You want credit
Scale ain't weighting nothing
For or less than that
You can't find me nowadays

Had a hook, first time she even let me hang with 'em, look 
Still gettin' paper off the block
Gotta take it off the top, used to scrape it off

a K9
Told my brody we gon' win, we on the same grind
Stay down, this the best part, Mary J Blidge
It was written for me to get it, New York state of mind

droppin' my two then we rockin' ice cream
Like we not my brother, he ride it for me
Catchy my brother, he slot it for me
Only niggas get a plate when I eat

This Ring

Grantland Rice

Anghellic

2001

to TECH N9NE
Everybody want to be down with a nigga
Women get a whiff of the money
Thinking of taking it from me
They get up in the club
Giving the love

Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows

Don't Change

Karen Clark-Sheard

The Heavens Are Telling

2003

listenin'
But I hear you and daddy too
Thank you for showing me what to do)
[we know you try we know it ain't easy to live this life sometime]
(but as your by

a nigga reach for it his family, gon' have a rehearsal
Used to serve J's on the first
My bitch just walked in the room with no panties on
Fucking her good

meals
Say fuck this record deal,
I'm a graduating scholar, got me throwin just as met,
on my line when I holla
Pay me by tha hour, dey wanna fuck nothin,

love
True love that Mary J type love
Where we can break up and fall in love again
Cause I can't see my life without you
If its hard I won’t care cause