Lyrics:
no jokin'
We coming out smokin'
And for all y'all that's been sleeping on us
You're lacking you're lacking
Ayyo check 1-2 I've got my man
That's
down broadway beneath the j line
Slumped in the incline position
Mind travelin' beyond the shell
Which holds the soul controlled by the Allah
I be
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
When you're burned by the need, heartache won't let go
And you're searching in your soul for a stranger who won't say no
Steal a way to my soul
to
I'm as fly as a Jordon poster, I'm leaning hair breathe
Smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic by the the time
My click find me in VIP I'm lost in
get slaughter
I'm laughing at you, when I lit my J I'm all off
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put
Mary J. playin'
Need less yes-men and more amens
I'ma need more real prayers and less prayin' hands
I'm smoking straight gas, no brake pads
You
whip out that little dong
Shook his head and then he said exactly what was wrong
I got the beaver
Beaver fever
Burnin' me up
Bout to go insane
I got
to my view :
The priest leaned down from an angry sky
The beat of unseen wings laboured by
The yawls pitched heavy, out of the gloom
The Friar's chant
How my time has been spent
Im either smokin gettin money or wit a beautiful chick
Sippin Moscato or prolly a Black Bottle
Nah Im sippin E&J
The other
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
I'm still on fire like charizard
Licking a tap and my eyes fly away
Want to get out but my body wants to stay
We about to roll 'cause we have a full
talkin' we just out here gettin' money
Out here fucking these hoes my youngins servin' them junkies
I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that sniff
I
Put that on my damn soul
Swear by this music shit and a pistol
Run up once and get pissed on
This choppa a super soaker
Melt ya head off like what's
know me by my name
I got my favorite girl with me
Call her Mary Jane
High as fuck bouta make a club run mane
High as fuck bouta make another club run
that I did
Is it something that I, that I got
in my head
Laying in my bed is so real
'Cause I know what I feel
But together we stand and together
fuck shit like a hotline
Never put my chest out ever like I'm the best
Lost friends by the loads, they didn't try to flex
While I'm on the helicopter
Astro Awakening
Follow my heart, it's all in my head
1 2 3, Set me free
Demons wanna take me, evil wanna drown me
They know that I'm chosen
They see
[Chorus: x2]
I hope we can all get alone tonight
I`m tryin` to take me somethin` home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay
best vice
So it's alright if I lie that you're loved by me
Better suck my D
We could do bad deeds
Baby love on me
While i smoke OG
Cus i'm stuck
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
all I need, singing real Love, Mary J
Therapy, strangers want to harm, yes, I'm a heir to Pain, explain to my boys, In this world of charm
Been
the time for putting pictures in my phone
Mary by my side I swear I'm really in the zone
So I'm screaming out thankfully
It's all the same to me
So I won't
Hittin I'm drinkin I'm pissin indeed
I was feelin alright
I was doin' okay
This weed got me high
I love Mary J
And then I woke up
Yo Maro, is that my
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