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at peace why you niggas want fight
Grab my piece while I creep through the night
Get a thief to think about it twice
Or he under sheets by tonight
Getting

in some Jesse and some Zac and some ey!
Caught up in this herb I'm naturally under, Mary Jane and I well lock down in ya
c mi seh ah no little money fi

the pain


Written By: Brian Russell Collins Mary Beth Sudduth  Joshua Sudduth

to Mary (J) Blige
You were my Xscape
Between love and lust
We're most likely to choose hate
Both grew up stubborn
Little shit in common
Couple times she

Ain't no monster under my bed anymore
Mother Mary with a suitcase at the door 
and I'll wander through the wilderness 'til I'm wise
Got my psychic

Caesar, sprinkling some tomatoes, yeah
I like my choice in wine, fine with a bitter taste
I keep a 5'9", little dime with a pretty face
Only on my Bae Day,

some things I haven't finished yet
And girl, you driving way too fast in that little red Corvette
Practicing my breathing so that I can keep myself in

I go I get so undone
Jesus Christ and Mary too
A porch swing, creek, and a glass will do
When our wild and weary ways are through
I'll meet you in

you the whole thing
Yeah, I'm taking it back to the old days
With them baggy ass jeans, and hammy down Tee with the fake chains
Little skater kid, nappy

Its time to take it back to reality For a second
Ive been on my grind so hard
Its a calculus section
We all divided
The by the color of our skin

a brace
By her, I got a race

These motherfuckers hatin' on me from yesterday
And shit from back in the day
Ms. Mary Mack dressed in all black
Girl, never

bought you a loft
That'll shush em baby
I'm like ya Method Man
You like my Mary
Sitting on the project roof with no worries
You without me is like

I'm
Mary Jane and you're a line
Fell a long way down the land slide

In a sense you're the lie
The difference in our vibe 
Innocent in your eyes

these simple games mean so much,
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, with silver buttons down her back.
She asks for fifty cents, to see the elephants, jump

basically just missionary
Raw dog at Union, we call that shit stationary
Lesbian and pregnant? I'm basically the Virgin Mary
Give her new holes like a Jenga

putty cuz homie don’t play dough,

We can go round after round after round,

NATO,

I’ll bake you little couch potatoes they call me kydd,

Hook 2

I'm so

these dudes yeah
I'm sick of bein' humble still got lots of love though,
The right ones that I fucks with they know
And oh by the way I'll say this to my

and skull shavings 
Hit um with a little voodoo or some ceremonial magic 
Sorry if I may confuse you my mind is warped way more than you can imagine
Deep

the doorman
Jumped into the cab said, "Hail Mary, full of Grace"
Yesterday communion was the Mafia's reunion
Confessed to the priest, evade the apple, I ate

name is give me
I'll leave that nigga empty
Block a nigga very simply
I put that on Mary and her little lambs really
You ain't paying my Billy's
Paying

with the few pennies that I had
Hoping to slide under the little panties that she had
Feline in my head, K constant, I preach
Forbiden fruit, but

Enforcing the un-achievers 
7 layer soul
	
Mary had a little lamb
His fleece was white as snow
But he can't hold a candle to the seven layer soul
He's as deep

their cry
snarl to see us spurring by
times are bad and travel slow
O we have far to go!

SOPRANOS (IN GALLERY)
We mourn our boys, our missing sons!
We

Crazy Mary with her painted blue veils
Cleo as a cat with silvery nails
Theda by the water, longing to whirl
And the skin of Maxine, white as a pearl