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ending, better follow me, I'm glad to be
The one shining light on the true emcee's
It pays to be, so heavenly
I write with glee, talk down on me and I'm

shoot first - Han Solo
Obi Wan Shinobi with the Force of the Wu-Tang
I'm tryin' pull up in the Porsche or the Mulsanne
I'ma need a fortune by Tuesday
I'm

lit (I'm lit)
I ain't signin' for shit if
It ain't four bricks (Okay)
Mary J need to marry a nigga (Huh?)
Ten bands what I'm carryin', nigga
(Racks,

you scarred
But I ain't gone cry no mo
Yea Mary J Blidge
Joy cometh in the morning
Watch the sunrise
Then watch my daddy son shine
Its crunch time
Watch

ducked out on Mary J, laid up in the Chevrolet
Best believe a nigga straight when a nigga get back to Ridgeway

My sawed off and my AK, always keep

this friend Fin and
Fin had a hookup with somebody who would buy us Jim
He would hit the Mary J, so I turned ‘n’ said to him
Let me get a couple of them

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
(Baby, give me some cash)
(COUPE)
Skii
Gang, nigga, yeah

Stayed down and now we goin' up, that's what

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

Middle of the Night

MJG

No More Glory

1997

gonna shoot a playa down
Before the conversation gets started baby
Ain't you done seen me and MJG on BET with J-O-E
Anyway, I wonder if we could set

And come together
Ooh, that bar just dropped on yo head like the crown
I would like that back now
Y'all better back down, I'm real vicious
This shii harder

know who you came to see
Party all night and all day
Long j's full of Duck's coach
That's "Bombay" for you young folks
Goin' hard in the paint
Hallways

rhymes how I stay stress free
Man you know I get high like the great SP
You smell a J that's me
You know I need my Mary Jane
Like Spider-Man
Rolling sticky

a stick
Niggas petty when I'm facing bitch I'm quick to grab a zip
Chase a nigga down the 8, and made 'em crash on the 6
Thirties and O.J.s thats codename

idolizing people I can see that Made it
S\O Young ma Dave east and lil Baby
Don Q A-Boogie got em goin crazy
My name J-Mane soon you gon kno Baby
Yz 1 wheel

hey)
My whip, a old school artifact (bring it down, hey, bring it up, hey)
My bitch, yellow like Kyla Pratt (set it up, hey, set it off) (ayy)

I'm

Wu's Back
Turn in the Lights man, Gaaaaaad I'm getting the effects like right now
Went back to ma roots, turn up the snares the snares aight

This is

from this planet I came down from Mars
Wait ’till you listen to J.A.W.S.
I got a whole lotta time ‘for I peak
Spike in my money I’m leaving ‘em spiteful

Ebonics

DJ Pooh

Bad Newz Travels Fast

1997

see- goin' to court for 

D- dope 

E- bonics 

F- fly 

G- that's me 

H- high (like a motherfucker) off the 

I- Indo 

J- is for jackin' 

K-

the garden state
Decriminalize Mary-J but you still gotta moderate
I be spitting at a much harder rate
Suck up all the air all you got is CO2 call it carbonate

a bitty boppa'
From down South
Sippin' on E&J
I just grabbed the Henny
From out the couch
Now, we goin' up
Like a House Party
Shit not down South
From

is not for you
On my J-O with beats by Kanye, yo
My name on the marquee
Your name off the payroll
Style fresh like I'm still a day old
And it's been

pulled up in the Three-Twenty-Five I
And A.J. bought a Joe-Paul-Mary
Silk shirts, his gators was Blueberry
And this the shit OG's used to do
Scoop every

no hater-ation
Holler-ation in this dancery
So don't leave Mary waiting
Cause I'm saying, try this dance for me
Cross, step, cross, step
Hop, hop, hop,

brother cease to exist
Misjudged by my dreads, how I fit the description?
I'm forever overzealous
Capitalizing all endeavors
My complexion make ‘em jealous