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presidents
All these dead presidents, they get you killed by bill
Who the snake, who the slime, we gon' see who really real

All these hoes wanna fuck, they

people who could see what you was tryna do
I ain't see it comin cos you blocked my view
And you showed me who
You really was
Like J Hus did you see what I

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

I got the baddest chick
And she love all my shit
And she take all this dick
This ain't no simp shit

If I could have one wish
You'd be the first

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

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

like
That's the good life you live the good life

What you gon' do today?
Whatever I want!
And when they ask why
I sing that Mary J. Blige
It's my life,

the 30
Giving them J's ,fitted cap With a jersey
Contribute to fashion I'm giving them looks
Stay in some heat and my dick got a hook
Ain't talking about

ohhh
All night I've been waiting long
I set the mood with your favorite song
I'll rub ya down with heated oil
Play Mary J we can sing along
It's goin

offended
Saw you trip and fall in love, not what I intended
Blackin' out, it's gettin' darker, then some windows tinted
Driving by no showing face know that

Love Is a Funny Thing

Evidence

Weather or Not

2018

what you want: new shoes or free tickets?
Don't ask me again, hit Dave if you want Kendrick
I know real love, I listen to Mary J
I can't carry you

for that real love
Real love love
Looking for that real love
Real love love

I gotta mary j for ya
Can you oblige a massage
I mean you thicker than

LB Fam 4 Life

The Lost Boyz

LB IV Life

1999

ask the S girls, the sags
Play cards for the mingles
Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist
Yo we never knew who God is
Yo we ran with

was Ken?
(Whatever)
You better get it together, 'cause whenever you lie?
I'm like Mary J., I'm not gon' cry
(Don't cry)
Hey, why don't you get up

no, not at all
Yeah
I love you, I don't love her
OMG, did I just really hear them fucking words
I should've noticed it when I was at every doctor's

day and never came back
Stayed all summer then went back home
Macualay Culkin wasn't home alone
Fell deep in love but now we ain't speaking
Michael J

a cooking show
If money equals problems then you better give me mo
I step up to the plate steak le'alamo

If it ain't love then what do you call it 
Doing

sing like Mary J
If you niggaz ever think of taking anything from me
Ima G, can't you see, boy I really do this shit
Any package I receive, ima really

Freedom of Preach

Ludacris

Release Therapy

2006

really the strongest human beings
But why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things
I guess it's your way of sayin we gotta love 'em and gotta

perceived as grimy
But God ain't here to front ya, He said put all that behind me
Baby boy the answer to inquiring minds
Confused by the facade of false

or a man?
I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R INC, I'm tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an' blades. An' these

I know my ni**as gon' ride 
If not got Nina by my side
I no them niggas ain't live
Rolling we're smoking pine
Oh green yeh damn
Now Im posted in

nigga started off tryna gram by gram
It ain't thanksgiving dawg I'm seeing nothing but hams
Selling all this Mary I think I'm the little lamb
Money Driven

to my last, but Imma make it stretch
Facing Undertaker, life grip me by my neck
Imma skinny nigga, I was never known to flex
Kissing Mary Jane, while she