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they love my Flavor Flav, yeah boi
We in NWA's
They BMW crazed
Easy on the E ma
You ain't coming today
I don't Kid and Play
Hey, I'm slicker than Rick

Mary Jane

213

The Hard Way [Clean]

2004

wanna be with Mary Jane (sweet Mary Jane)
Ooooooo Mary Jane
Ooooooo Mary Jane

Mary Jane, you are my everything
I'm in love with you
Now I realized

and without thinking about it
Hoping that nothing bad happen, like my black ass getting jumped by a couple niggas
With their finger on the fucking trigger
Tryna

like "Yes Lord!"
Love response from the congregation
And they call me Quietboy like I’m the king of contemplation
It’s my first day out
Of where?

movement
Don't forget the stool remover
Crash the whip like uka uka
They shot that nigga all up in his face now he slick Rick the ruler
Got it right through

crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my

All I wanted was some (happiness)
And I got none
On the road to riches bitch I'm calling (shotgun)
Got top lungs, had Sak's dreams with Ross funds

I'ma die by the gun 'cause
I live by the bitch
How you trappin' in the field, you a bitch
Stop cappin' in your songs, hit a l-
(Hit a lick)
White

sinking, companies not givin' pay raise

How that work tell me?
(What?)
People buying in the streets
Others dying into space
Please tell me
It's a jungle out

Okay I pull up
Keep my choppa even in my bed(skr)
There’s no way 
Ur bitch ain’t fuck with me but love my rap(yeah)
(and) Green benjis
I got ‘‘em in

somewhere by you
Hopo up in the stu
Cause I like seein what this mic do
Tell that nigga slide 
This no lie 
Imma really ride 
Bitch u know it’s up and it’s

tell you a bed time story like Slick Rick
You're my Mona Lisa I love every feature
Got me like Mama Mia might let my Momma meet ya
Them other guys try

mags and daggers we taking these bodies
I don't fuck with niggas who don't fuck with family
I love mine to death that's my heart and my crutch
On this

whispers of dreams
Being drowned by the streets where sons die
And our mothers weep streams
Let them rivers flow
Let them rivers flow
So they can never say

I'm trying to fuck hoe
Leave me alone 
But you know jitt
I love me a hoe
To sick for a bitch nigga
I got a cold 
You just like a bitch nigga
I cannot

Atlas Shrugged, with the multi-verse up on my shoulders
Crack boulders with the
One Inch Punch
Or, like
Ip Man
Surrounded by, ten men
I hold
The martial

men
Runnin' through the streets of Englewood, it feels it's no end
'Til a nigga go blam, then I read ya program, shit
These days I don't cry before

Autobiographical

Black Sheep

Non-Fiction

1994

It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens

Blow em all down and then peel off the street
To say I'm the greatest would not be a lie
Be in the studio locked with the guys
They wanna talk then we

hoodie and I mix it wit the Ricks
I step foot up in the room and I'm the flyest in that bitch
I jus scored a touchdown, I jus upped the score by 6
You so

to be street, that got direct line to police
I hit one mine on the 19th
I'm here for the week
So if you got my number you can try to find me
Cause after

to admit, she back on the kid
Like back givin Brim, for bag & the rick
Wiser then Penny I already hit, like already ript
Like Ham on the pist
I can do bad by

who kept the street
Got you C Walkin in your sleep
All my niazz just
Throw Ya Hood Up
If you a nigga that break the law
Rick scrape the shaw, get paper

the day that I die

Did you see that pie of love
And do you have faith in bananas above
If Ina tells you so?
Do you believe in blind baking
Is that