Lyrics:
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
soul he take
I did a show in California
And I met Mary J. Blige's daughter
She told me she ain't think nobody with some real music would be here
Until
Cause I got this hoe whipped
I'm bound to the action, no O-blige
Hit em wit the step back, Mary J blige
Fuck what you think, and fuck what you thought
with a Uzi
Shit be static, yeah, you gotta pick a side
Knockin' Mary J. Blige, baggin' dimes, still surprised
I don't really need advise 'cause she
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
B.U.D.D.Y
Crazy how you my baby remember we was just fuckin
Not with da PDA but wanna love you in public
Real Love, Mary J. Blige I look into your eyes
don't ask for help 'cause I got way to much pride
And I don't need my chain, I got way too much shine (ayy)
They ask me if I'm good, I feel like Mary J
the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do, but no (no, no)
I take that back, that's my problem
Turning and walking away, this ain't goin' work when
your love like Mary J. Blige
Yeah I'm OTF while you're pickin' bare
Yeah I seen your bitch-made way
No I never be shot 'cause them man not wet, can't
books
I'm seein right through ya, YEAH
Bout time you hit the door -- glad I knew ya
In other words, Herb, slide to the side
Hey Mary if you're down to J
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
am I?
Why I hide? Huh
Fourth-grade, Mary J. Blige
All I like, I made a mill off a lie
And I lie so I write another lie
Rca, that note wasn't 'bout
day
A calm walk in the night, despite the bright light shinin' in my eyes, the dark can't hide from me
Until the sun rises, that's when I go to sleep,
peacefully
and every man in the bar looked at me
and they said old man dont you see
that we were all touched by mary just like you
now she lives on in our
a day go by
That we ain't tryna blow by
Complicated repeats, all of this is bow tie
First words we knew
Buy low, throw high
Write it in your prayers
right
Coz' the rights I got don't feed up a family
S-sit tight when I spin that block
Lil' Mary ain't spoke, so I'm goin' with emily
Smokin' my deads you
me wit it
You still rockin hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got My Eyes on the Tiger, Eyes on the Prize
Eyes on the thighs of Mary J. Blige
lemonade
I ain't talkin' Blige but I'm blowin' Mary J.
You would think I'm blind 'cause I be rockin' heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, I'ma let
with fives in his eyes
not that I'm gon cry for Mary Blige
I die for my niggaz packin steel
Chicken heads with sex appeal
reveal sexual acts up in
Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat,
Sixty Minutes of Funk with Funkmaster Flex
Mary J. Blige, doin this for the number one DJ
Bringin you that late night street life
Now it's
around
Used to say these days were years away
Yeah we'd both grow up by then somehow
Well it took me a while
To work things out
But Mary's getting married
Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat,
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