Lloyd Banks - Mary Jane lyrics

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'Eaah!

'Eah, mothafucka!

Shout-out to all the real niggas, man!

You know hold a nigga, down!

City to city...

I see ya nigga!

'Eah!

This is only for the real, man.

The fake man close your fuckin' ears man!

Turn the station or something. (*gunshot*)

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 (*sniiiiiiiff*)

She chew all my time though. - My crew and a console. ("DJ Whoo Kid!")

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!)

DJ Whoo Kid!