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don't mourn my n****s
Get on my n****s when it's real
Say word to Shawn my n****s, if I should die

Don't cry my n****s it's been one hell of a ride
loadin' up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' s*** but they hidin' out)
(Real n****s know what I’m talkin' 'bout)

My diamonds sing like Ray J homie, every
K I'm talkin' Ray J
Makin' love to money on da interstate 
Can't keep my hands off her we on a dinner date
I'm makin' love to my money shawty keep
****? (I'm a product of a real n****)
La-la familia (Get confronted by a real n****)
F*** with one of my real n****s
(It's on like night fall, summertime gotta
a n**** reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the n**** leash
I was once told by my n**** Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
winter season
Ray J 19 ballin outta the region
Now my motto
Get the meals fuck them g's n
I felt like I jus had to tell you this
Man I got more sounds
the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

When the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne spill on your bow
Truthfully that's my Sunday wheel
And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel n****!
I got one day for her still OK for her
But by sunrise, I throwed her
L.I., Staten Island, 
N.J., What! Connecticut, can't forget y'all, 
Girls everywhere, ha ha 
Girls, girls, girls, girls 
Dedicated to the ladies from
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
Production MC
If you want the best, put me to the test, and I'm sure you'll soon agree
That I got no force 'cause I'm down by law when it comes to rockin'
Production MC
If you want the best, put me to the test, and I'm sure you'll soon agree
That I got no force 'cause I'm down by law when it comes to rockin'
the details
Sound real gory
'bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book
We got over here

You can't run a race
Without no feet
'n pretty
like my homie 'cause wasup dawg 
Yeah wasup to my homie j-bird yeah ray ray kickin know what I'm sayin yeah I gotta say wasup to my homie bonez yeah
a mascot
Tell Tune “light one, pa** it like a relay”
YMCMB you n****s more YMCA
Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs,
junkie brother, known by the emcee's,
For rippin' through tracks like epidemic disease,
And shout to J.C. 'cause' he reigns supreme,
'n' party people
Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins

Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
I'm hungry for real I'm 'bout to stick Mister see
That n
outside the lines
Trying to hold these golden years that are flashing by
When the skies grey I live on light rays
I’ve written every page of my life’s
I'm real close to J, I seen ups and downs hit
But I ain't never heard him sound the way that he sounded
Really caught a nigga by surprise, I was
a nigga by surprise, I was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin'?

You say'n you don't know bout it? Know bout what?
Atlantic
Production MC
If you want the best, put me to the test, and I'm sure you'll soon agree
That I got no force 'cause I'm down by law when it comes to rockin'
I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson
Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican
Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts
With every
P-O-P-P-I-N
One-nine-eighty-two D-J-in
Eighty-three it was all about Run-DMC man
A gang banger taught me how to break dance then
The same year I picked up
Way down here, in the heart of Texas
There's a own kinda blues going on
Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King
Robert J's licks are heard on every
Tale of the physical trait 
Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate 
Your mainframe 
All speaking on running this thang 
Five J's in the house