low Mary!) Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh) Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh) I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids In every
stash all my bills Givin hookers chills, like ice water drippin down their back I stack paper like flapjacks Macks to protect what I earn My pocket hold
the joint 3 5 7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead 'cause I'ma pro, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me My nine be
I think my TV's busted - if not this country's dusted - 'cause I think I saw 7 Mary 3, - and they were on the MTV - They were telling the people to rock
yellow diamonds On my jesus peace I came back from the dead Without a part of my chest Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for 3 years
Mary J. Blige (Busta Rhymes)] (Now get low Mary!) Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh) Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh) I'm on my grown
me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix The living room or my
! CHEESE MERCHANT I'll get the knife GASTON Please let me through! WOMAN 6 This bread - WOMAN 7 Those fish - WOMAN 6 it's stale! WOMAN 7
blow my kush, my kush rolled tight. Smoke that purp, burn that orange, but just don't fuck wit white. Sippin lean, system mean, Mary J on my team. Smoke
the car longhair your goose is cooked Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my
dimes I got my mind on my money, for the money I grind (Cuz you hustle!) I'm just tryna feed my seed (You hustle!) Cause my mom need the cheese This for my
that shit that got some of my gente dreaming All in my flows, nobody knows where it all goes But it takes it til the end, final countdown 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3
pistolas Orale they're loaded It's time to do it I just got my drivers license cause I'm 16 with a bullet Not alone, my homeboy's in his Bomb And to
PLK! '09 is MINE, nigga! Y'all betta not get in my muhfuckin' way! {"COLD CORNER"! } YEAH! [Verse:] Before you put my name in ya shit, just know this
And my sound (sound), shot down, heroine on the beat No sleep, recession hit... bet I'm gon' eat 64 chea, 7 on my feet, never know my peak (yeah!) Mary
): [Dre] 3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead cause I'ma pro, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me My nine be doin
Notice blood spill in my tag My sharp mind looks deep into Hussian?s master plan Bagging weapons deadly into grams My swift tongue knowledge expands my