Lyrics:
Uh, feel like Mary J. I don't even want no more drama
Stop trying to beef wit me
Lil bro go and get some commas
How you gon' doubt my talent just
depressed with. Need a woman
J— “That don’t ask me no questions, no informants no pressin’”
M— “Pray to Mary Jane, that’s the one I’m blessed with”
inventer
It's so soulful man it's so soulful man
So soulful man and when you hear it
Is where it feels like soul food man
It was so soulful man it's so
Rah Digga go getta
Ladies First
Like i'm Monie in the middle
I remember when
Mary J was Brooklyn
9 years cut up jeans think im Lil Kim
Left eye
her (alright)
But the best always hurt, so expect to lay dead on the bed
No selling dope to make bread, in the scope so I fled, feel like I'm interscope
Racism ends today
I was fatigued
So I went to sleep
Now I'm awake
And I see
The Bible was written by men
This album made by a woman
Named Elizabeth
Mary
But don't forget Jane
J to the face
Bong to the Brain
Praise God for the Mary Jane flame
I was raised by the stank
Blessed by an eighth
Graduated
room
Eat doughnuts and milk, listen to a pop tune
Used to be my baby-sitter, I want you for my woman
Without you girl, my life is bitter like a lemon
a minute I be rollin'
I need to feel like this
Every second every moment
All day I be faded
Nigga you can tell by my fragrance
Blood shot eyes and they lazy
respecting you always, cause you a real woman
Mother of creation, Godly-type woman
A nation can't rise no higher than its woman
Like Mary J, this real love is
smoking on that Mary Warren
Crew able to sway cause you don't feel important
Our four fathers looking at their daughters whoring
These rappers songs are
the circumference
This feels amazin', I'm blazin'
I'm drinkin', I'm thinkin' that
We should get the Backwoods rolled
Blow it in the sky
Hide it by my side if the cops
subway train run through the city like blood through the veins
To the heart of Medina, but Shaolin is the brain
So take heed to these words
And feel
I bet she get low for a nigga like me
Low for a nigga like me
So we burn the mary jane til' the third degree
Some niggas bitin' flows yo, that's
I bet she get low for a nigga like me
Low for a nigga like me
So we burn the mary jane til' the third degree
Some niggas bitin' flows yo, that's
the summertime outdoors
Sweat trickle down her contours
I push her higher she could stunt more
She pull the trom like blunt force
Puffin' that Mary j real bud
She
You couldn't see my if you looked at my life like Mary
Your style is cheesy
How you gon' beef? You dairy
Better bewarey, 'cause if it's necessary
Be
and
An bhfuil cead agam dul go dtí an leithreas?
My Ireland is Zig and Zag and top shelf mags
Pearse lonely as an old woman defiant in defeat
My Ireland is
to the court like, "Bitch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It
Like the 'pollo, I
The holy spirit of Chicago
Married to the game
I should have took the bitch to Cabo
I know, I know like Bill Withers, feel niggas
black congress woman"
"Mary McLeod Bethune?"
"An educator"
"Marian Anderson?"
"An opera singer"
"Duke Ellington?"
"A jazz composer"
What about
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
confessin
"Yo, I murdered Steve Austin," now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India, smoke hashish with
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