Lyrics:
[sound of Keith Murray intro from Mary J. Blige 'What's the 411' tape
which I could swear has been set to B.I.G.'s "Who Shot Ya" based on
the sound
run this shit up
Glock get to singing like mary j blige
Slime migo gang yeah they call me big slime
Come around here we aint letting shit fly
Best
up, when I pop up on sight
Fuck em up, I'm just living my life
Fuck em up, like I'm Mary J. blige
Fuck em up, when I'm on the mic
Fuck em up, I don't
my back
Showing my trueness
And I'm taking it back
(Aye I'm taking it back)
Feel like Mary J. Blige
Having breakthroughs
Don't hate you, but I do no
climb
Every since they lost a slipper, every pair that they find
They say these boots were made for dancing like Mary J. Blige
We live a life apart,
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
on the thighs of Mary J. Blige, imagine on how good the cat must be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth is that of a baby's first
comin' ready raw, cause I speakin' fluids talkin' money
That's somethin' that you don't what to do with, I done rock with
Mary J Blige, my nigga, try
ya
Huh, you feel it
Ay, ay look here nigga, ay
What I want you to do boy, drop that ill shit
I'll make this gat sing like motherfuckin' Mary J
some ackee, roll a eighth up
I be hippy blitzed, trippy sticks, activate the vapors
And this anthrax wax give you asthma attacks
I'm a smoker, you's
yeah, we slide
My codefendant said he can't take no time
Said call the police like Mary J. Blige
The federales picked him up, this ain't no state
Oh my oh my
Come roll with the bad boy
Like you Mary J Blige
Just smoke a lil bit so I don't get too high
Cause when it be too much I feel i'm touching the sky
No Lupe and Ye
I'm bumping Mary J. Blige
Just
met her mid 20s
Two years older
She wanna be marry
With weed
Not oblige with J to marry
But want her wedding
With Mary J Blige
Singing family affair
you what I'm gonna do
When they reminisce over you, my God
Yeah, CL Smooth and Mary J. Blige, on a rige
To reminisce and it goes like this, so
talking 'bout the Porsche out here
You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the cross-eyed is
How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho
Bag, any bitch
the bleachers, cause this weed just got legal
Mama I'm like Mary J. Blige on that one song
Singing like Mary Jane might be my one love
Everyone loves so everyone
Mood was Mary J Blige, I'm venting
But I love the way you love tho, ain't mad at my decisions
Ain't have to be a photoshoot to see that we was winning
around and say to me
[Chorus (Mary J. Blige)]
Whenever you need me babe just call my name no matter whatever you done you know that i'll be there i'm
and then Mary go, round
I just ride, hold her down with the fifth by my side
Me and Miss Blige
Look up in the sky it's a bird and the 'caine
is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
Nigga like me be smokin' while I'm rappin'
And my homies smoke like I smoke so we both just
is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no other drug
Nigga like me be smokin' while I'm rappin'
And my homies smoke like I smoke so we both just
to survive
And if not, pick a spot and just be here for the ride
The aura of quarter waters over Mary J. Blige
My neighborhood give you life, but was you
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