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Sweet Robbery

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez [Hypnotize Minds]

1995

I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late nights
And soon a killah will thank me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form

mine, don't just dine and dash

Focus up, check my mood, now I'm J. B. Smoove
LL Cool J's cool too, can I break these rules

Oblongata novella got me

could be my bae
Stay down when the odds out weigh
Fight or flight, would you leave or stay
Look I guess I’m tryna say
I need real love like Mary J
If

know is really bigger than you
Mary J it's only me and you only me and you

I fell in love with the hustle
Day and night we Dey struggle
I'm just tryna

fa so lo ti da
If I die, then I'm dead, bitch
Hop in the back seat rollin' three deep
Gang signs up and down on G street
And we off to the man they

In the clutch like Michael J
Spark a dutch burn slow all day
If I may, hold up real fast
Lay it down and make it last
Fuck the past, that shit was

this is a must
goin hard I can never given up
Everyday I try I really do
I walk every I go I got running shoes
They really don't know what really I'm

Refried Beans

Cledus T. Judd

Cledus Country

1999

Parody of Refried Dreams by Tim McGraw (J. Foster/M. Peterson) Zomba Enterprises/Millhouse Publishing Company (ASCAP/BMI)
New lyrics by Cledus T.

a long way, a nigga not goin' back Used to pray for new clothes, now I'm known in sacks
Used to carry the pack like a running back Notice that I say used

the day I die
Feelin' fine, as long as shawty stay by my side
Treat you right, I don't need another night-light
I'm fucked up baby, tell me will you be

official to call my name 
Imagine King in the booth with Queens like Mary J
Say that again
Repeté 
s'il vous plait
I see they don't yet R.E.S.P.E.C.T. my

went viral
Might have meds for your malady, mouthful of mary-j and some midol
Could be wrong, but the street corner bum in the holy pair of socks
Got

some jerk chicken on
Before this spliff is gone I'm gon'
Stop at the bud spot
This J makin' me feel Jamaican
What the blood clot
I'm from a drug block

the air, I'm on the floor gettin' freaked on
Be gone, see my crew, these a bunch of pecans
Hoes get on the floor when the D.J. throws this beat on
It's off

corn
Please don't make me pick a gun yeah

Wake and bake the order of the day, (gang gang gang gang) pass me the tray i roll my J I meditate, (straight

Raising Hell Radio Tour Spot [Previously Unreleased Track; Bonus Track]

Run-D.M.C.

Raising Hell

1986

I'm number one, that's how I rate
He's in the place with the bass, and style and grace
His name is J he's here to play, and win this race
He's off

Publisher Notes:

Title: It's Friday
Written by:  J Taylor for Jonathan Taylor Music, INC
PRO: ASCAP 
Original Release Label: Soul Swagger

It's goin' down, I'm on scene
Shorty in the front, cuz, shorty is a ten
Know we gonna stunt, watch the J's, I'm steppin' in
Money in rotation like

I think I know the problem, and I can't solve it, at least not by myself, i need someone else
I put my hands out and I'm reaching out, funny I was

We got stars inna wraith
I got pussy in my face
I'm in tampa by by the bay
See the scar on my face
I'm the leader of the wave
All this money onnway

bending blocks Bumping chi shit
Before the weed get low im on the way to reload the Mary j it got me feeling like im Psychic
Pull over gotta make a quick

Crawl Before You Ball

Saafir

The Hit List

1999

a shame
I'm aimin' at the bathroom stall on all of y'all
With the H.J.s deflecting these hate rays
Until the sun falls 
You acquired a dream
Crawl before

kind is as rare as an egg by Faberge’

Blow Mary J with a prayer that she takes my cares away

My room’s remaining so smoke filled, you’ll think the air

Sneaky but you know what
Kinda Litty but im so up
Kinda Litty
In you fantasy where it's going down
Travel overseas and I'm spending pounds
I just was make