lloyd banks – mary jane lyrics
[intro]
‘eaah!
‘eah, mothaf-cka!
shout-out to all the real n-gg-s, man!
you know hold a n-gg-, down!
city to city… whoooooooooooooooooooooo
kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
i see ya n-gg-!
‘eah!
this is only for the real, man.
the fake man close your f-ckin’ ears man!
turn the station or something. [gunshot]
[1st verse]
yeah! – me and mary been real close, i think i like her
(uh!)
she’s always round to quiet me down when i’m hyper.
(yeah!)
me, her and my lighter make a beautiful combo
she chew all my time though. – my crew and a console.
my trunk like congo. – and not like a dope head (uh!)
i smoke ’bout a fifty! – that’s why my eyes so red!
get down or go ahead! – focus on your bread. (bread!)
an arguement will leave ya body on the floor dead.
[gunshot]
i take the coat cold mix it wit’ the dro, so
i can feel supafly. – go ahead stupid try! (try!)
fall off the stool and die. (die!) the same time
that i’m crusin’ by (by!) – fitted down no suit no tie.
(tie!)
now follow me ’round so you can see the love (haha!)
i ain’t never feared but one man and hes above. (yeah!)
ya walkin’ real close to the edge, need a shove!
(shove!)
he won’t act up he knows what the hater does. (does!)
[outro / voice]
dj whoo kid! whooooooooooooooooooooo
kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [beat fades out]
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