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an execution
they like Ry, when you drop your new shit
You know my bop, make it pop, little fashion overtop
c Mary feel like mary J blige in 95
yeah I can not

T.O.D.A.Y

Royce da 5'9"

Death Is Certain

2004

Mary J. Blige
I will take the shit
I will burn yo' bridges and I ain't talking 'bout our relationship
What goes around comes around with every person

Just Fine

Lil Wayne

Purple Codeine, Vol. 15¾

You're jealous
And we're not dot com 
E-Mail us
Yeah i did a joint wit Mary J Blige my nigga

Let it go
Can't let this thing called love get away

Larenz Tate
To that Love Jones

She said
“You’re All You Need To Get By”
Method Man, Mary J. Blige

You got a onion booty
But I hit it so good
That I’m
I’m

Mo' Mail

Spice 1

187 He Wrote

1993

ya
Huh, you feel it
Ay, ay look here nigga, ay
What I want you to do boy, drop that ill shit

I'll make this gat sing like motherfuckin' Mary J

dubbin' it (adios)
Curved all the talk shows, never doing Unsung
Mary J., '92, here's the 411
I am no dum-dum, Big L, Bloodshed
Hud 6, Google it, forgot

showmanship of Run and D
411 by Mary J, millions sold by TLC
The emergence of Death Row, Wu-Tang gettin' the C.R.e.am
The sounds of Robert Nesta are still

as I roll through town
(Cuz you know I got Soul)
Jodeci, Mary J. Blige
When I’m on the road, it’s just me and my ride
(Cuz you know I got Soul)
Teena

I'll make you love me
Make you dance like Mary j Blige bitch
Riding round gettin high as shit
Hood hopin through the projects
Stop my car in

Representin' 93

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

I got a head, but ain't no screws in it

Peace to Redman, Treach, Vin Rock, Kay Gee the great one (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Mary J. Blige, Pete Rock

make dollas, don’t make sense
She want that Mary J. Blige, real love
She don’t make room for not make shift
They got their eyes on her
They watchin her

not taken your medication
Think you left me and I was supposed to end up in depression
It turned into a Mary J. Blige celebration
Cause it's no more

his gang in a fuckin' collage think he a shooter, man, that boy a bitch
Chop get to singin' like Mary J. Blige

Hip 2 Da Game

D.I.T.C.

Live at Trammps New York, Vol. 2

1999

broke or got fame
	Sunshine or rain
	Ain't a damn thing changed

[ VERSE 1 ]
Finesse fell off, that's what some figure
You better see Mary Blige and get

sense that we even try
Nope, it don’t, so why won’t we say goodbye
And don’t you worry bout me, word to Mary J Blige I’ll be just fine
Even on the few

She loves a smart guy
Like my first name was Tahj
When life was good
Kelis was still married to Nas
The only real love I know
Is sung by Mary. J Blige

I give you my number, will you call
On some Mary J Blidge shit
I wanna be with you, til loves no limit
So what's the 411, I pray I'm it
We can sip

run this shit up
Glock get to singing like mary j blige
Slime migo gang yeah they call me big slime
Come around here we aint letting shit fly
Best

My ni**a that's on God
What's the 411, I'm feeling like J.Blige 
Back stage sniffing lines at a Jodeci concert
KC done got her open, but I know that

at a
Mary J Blige concert
With an "I love Mary" shirt, then find Jay-Z
And push him into a dancer, hopefully
They lock lips
That's when I yell out, "Sounwave

Det we can man
Its crazy
Muhfuckas don’t care bout science
Try to teach you bout gender
Den you say det we lying
BITCH
I’m on my Mary j blige
Like, aint

see the bench
Hella, hella niggas outta control
I don't give in, I never oblige
Niggas be sipping that hateration
Over saturated living through Mary J

your wife by she lucky to get the half pipe
I oblige ,I wouldn't drive by
Ima make my child while I Mary j blige
I'm all she need to get by
I'm like

nothing is new
I should've seen it all coming

Verse 2:
Was it method man your all I need
With Mary J. Blige
Or when ruff ryders came out 
Ryde or Die
Men