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my fans 
Forgetting the stress so I just relax 
Yeah I hit it hit hit it from the back 
Yeah I got the keys keys in the Lac
Yeah I just skeet skeet

the jungle

I can't give you love shawty I'm paranoid
All I do is hit the studio to fill the void
Made money my addiction something I could never change
You

side, she's a ride or die, she does a little more than just get me high

Mary jane i'ma change her name put the D.U. double N beside the A at the back

don't occur
Call an officer or a fireman
Dr feelgood, operates on Angela's Winbush
Call me Sonny Kush, take a puff, baby
If that don't get you high
Hit

the world for a second, but you know I'll be back, I'll be back

I'm just strumming my guitar, taking sips of this bar
And hits of Mary Jane, helps me ease

Microphone Fiend

Rakim

The 18th Letter/The Book of Life

1997

of, 'cause it's sort of...an addiction, 
Magnatized by the mixing 
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in 
The mic is a drano, volcanoes

the morning she might turn up
Mary Jane my fragrance
Smell it soon as I walk by
Heart beating do damn fast
One more drink I might die
Hit the weed I might fly

be lying
Ran in his trap, only had three ounces
Left a nigga dead by the duplex houses
You a ho nigga wearing skirts and blouses
Trap off vaco's

on this day, I'll lead ya fans astray
As I snatch ya wig back, when I debut
I'm frustrated now, I've been so removed
While DJ suffers, Chaos improves
You

but he wasn't inspired
He fumbled the pack then he got fired
I'm on the road 25/8 I ain't tired
I touch back in the bity with what you desire
Mary Jane

tranquilize a horse,
I'll bet a million in cash against your stash,
'cause I think mines better than yours."

The boy said, "My name's Johnny,
and you ain't

3 Hours

Emika

Emika

2011

hit me, hit me, hit me,
Hit me where you want it and I’ll take the blame
Hit me and I guarantee you’ll feel the same
Hit me if you think that it will

Do you know how it feels to find someone that loves everything just like you do not playin games it hit different when they doin things you not used

dang brains
He was talkin' that shit 'til he gained fame
Made him ice cold like a Dang chain, I'll give my word, bitch, I'll teach you a lesson like Jane

paper planes
So high, feel like Davin Blaine
Paper planes, Paper planes
So high, feel like David Blaine
Feel The Mary Jane

Hit the flowers and hitting

Die Like a G

Papoose

The Nacirema Dream

2013

the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack
Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap
Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back
So I

Pull up she ask me the fragrance, say Mary Jane by the pound 
Goons unruly they rude
Shoot you then lay low in boom, niggas ain't bob with the tool

and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open

where you ain't
Told her that you love her, I'll put her on a plane
Bussdown baby, still going Plain Jane
Peezy in my pants, got me walking with a waddle

bad
Say I'll be right back
I don't come back

Alright Danny B I brought the pipes 
What you want some bars or something
Yessir
Alright check it

Lil

makin' this right, nigga, that's my addiction
Fuck all that shit, I'm with it
Hit up Taliban, he gon' get the hittin
Goin' back in with another flow, you

Jane

EPMD

Rapmasters: From Tha Priority Vaults, Vol. 4

1989

bringing nothing up until I diss this girl, man.
Aw, you ain't going to go into that jane thing again?
You know I had to diss her! I told her don't mess

And a lotta people go
Afflicted by what I'm spittin'
Boi ya worse than a eoh
And you already know
I be droppin' this G 
Shit for real I make hits
Really I

And a lotta people go
Afflicted by what I'm spittin'
Boi ya worse than a eoh
And you already know
I be droppin' this G 
Shit for real I make hits
Really I