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different type of bitches, we don't fuck the same kind
Man, I wanna get these J's, but I don't think they got my size
It don't matter where I'm goin', shit,

Okay

Redman

The Tunnel

1999

my man Mike Cogesville 
It's goin down baby one time

Fuck Flex, Big Kap
The tunnel nigga
Shots to my man Peter Gashin
Can't fuck with us

could be my bae
Stay down when the odds out weigh
Fight or flight, would you leave or stay
Look I guess I’m tryna say
I need real love like Mary J
If

know is really bigger than you
Mary J it's only me and you only me and you

I fell in love with the hustle
Day and night we Dey struggle
I'm just tryna

mine, don't just dine and dash

Focus up, check my mood, now I'm J. B. Smoove
LL Cool J's cool too, can I break these rules

Oblongata novella got me

got fire when you slidin', we ain't finna play
I'm tired of all these no-game havin' niggas, they been in the way
Baby Goin' up, down, back, forth, up

NickToNasty
Goin triple digits in the Track you cannot pass me
Wock in the wine glass what I'm sippin' classy
True Flow Rider (Florida) like I live in

a j cat
It's too late to change that
There's no way I'll ever behave
I'm back with a vengeance and my intentions are simple
I'm here to ruffle some

Sweet Robbery

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez [Hypnotize Minds]

1995

I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late nights
And soon a killah will thank me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form

like I'm clearly in my bag Rob Deniro
Not affected by these nigghuz traps like I'm Jinzo (oh no no)
Cookie and Amnesia got me smashed no Debo (gas)

Yeah

murderous verses
When the dude spits the room gets consumed with hearses (Yuh)
Going harder than Michael J. Fox writing in cursive (Ooo!)
I'm a one man circus

fa so lo ti da
If I die, then I'm dead, bitch
Hop in the back seat rollin' three deep
Gang signs up and down on G street
And we off to the man they

this is a must
goin hard I can never given up
Everyday I try I really do
I walk every I go I got running shoes
They really don't know what really I'm

In the clutch like Michael J
Spark a dutch burn slow all day
If I may, hold up real fast
Lay it down and make it last
Fuck the past, that shit was

went viral
Might have meds for your malady, mouthful of mary-j and some midol
Could be wrong, but the street corner bum in the holy pair of socks
Got

official to call my name 
Imagine King in the booth with Queens like Mary J
Say that again
Repeté 
s'il vous plait
I see they don't yet R.E.S.P.E.C.T. my

a long way, a nigga not goin' back Used to pray for new clothes, now I'm known in sacks
Used to carry the pack like a running back Notice that I say used

Refried Beans

Cledus T. Judd

Cledus Country

1999

Parody of Refried Dreams by Tim McGraw (J. Foster/M. Peterson) Zomba Enterprises/Millhouse Publishing Company (ASCAP/BMI)
New lyrics by Cledus T.

the day I die
Feelin' fine, as long as shawty stay by my side
Treat you right, I don't need another night-light
I'm fucked up baby, tell me will you be

corn
Please don't make me pick a gun yeah

Wake and bake the order of the day, (gang gang gang gang) pass me the tray i roll my J I meditate, (straight

some jerk chicken on
Before this spliff is gone I'm gon'
Stop at the bud spot
This J makin' me feel Jamaican
What the blood clot
I'm from a drug block

bending blocks Bumping chi shit
Before the weed get low im on the way to reload the Mary j it got me feeling like im Psychic
Pull over gotta make a quick

Raising Hell Radio Tour Spot [Previously Unreleased Track; Bonus Track]

Run-D.M.C.

Raising Hell

1986

I'm number one, that's how I rate
He's in the place with the bass, and style and grace
His name is J he's here to play, and win this race
He's off

the air, I'm on the floor gettin' freaked on
Be gone, see my crew, these a bunch of pecans
Hoes get on the floor when the D.J. throws this beat on
It's off