Lloyd Banks Mary Jane lyrics

[Intro:]
'Eaah!*
'Eah, mothafucka!
Shout-out to all the real niggas, man!
You know hold a nigga, down!
City to city... <½Whoooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!½>
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*}

[Verse 1:]
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 argument 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 cruisin' 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! <½Whooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!½> {*beat fades out*}