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First of all we the one and only |
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Infamous and Mary Blige |
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Coming straight, ghetto poetry |
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And ain't nothing changed but the size of the money |
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I'm still that same 'g' |
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Can you say the same thing? |
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Must be blind to the fact Mary Queen on the wax |
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We the kings on the streets |
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Ain't know where your heart at, look inside |
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And you'll find a entertainer, one of a kind |
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That's way ahead of her time |
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Take a look |
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Oh I need to know |
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If you can get into my mind |
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Stimulate it |
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Give me good love all the time |
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Or are you just another man |
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Who's after me for all my paper |
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Looking for a ride that's free |
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Deep inside I wish you'd see |
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That I'm just plain old Mary |
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Deep inside I wish you'd see |
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That I'm just plain old, plain old Mary J. Blige |
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Now you see for seven years I lived life openly |
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So it's hard to find someone who really knows me |
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So I say these things just so that you can know |
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That you can't be with me |
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If you're trying to change my flow |
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Now if you take away the house |
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And you take away the clothes I wear |
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And you take away the diamonds |
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I'mma still be standing here |
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And if you take away the voice and the money |
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I will always be my nigga's favorite honey |
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And if you take away the car I drive |
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I'mma still be Mary Blige |
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Deep inside I wish you'd see |
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That I'm just plain old Mary |
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Deep inside I wish you'd see |
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That I'm just plain old, plain old Mary J. Blige |
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Let's separate the bullshit from the truth |
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Straight up, I ain't got time for new friends, I need paper |
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We came up from the trenches |
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It was like pulling teeth without sedation |
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From the benches to the Bentley seats |
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Nigga, we the M-O-B-B |
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What, you ain't heard? You can't see? |
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Ever since the cash they wanna hound P |
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Oh now you got L-O-V-E for me |
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Doing this for about a decade Mobb and Mary |
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Troopers in the game with a heavy load to carry |
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After all the trials and tribulations |
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Rumors we faced, the media invading our space |
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That's the price you gotta pay |
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Take away by signs of whips |
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I'mma just plain old me at the end of the day |
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You can say what you choose |
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God gonna see me through |
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Criticize all you want 'till your face turn blue |
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I know you see |
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If you take away the house |
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And you take away the clothes I wear |
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And you take away the diamonds |
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I'mma still be standing here |
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And if you take away the voice and the money |
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I will always be my nigga's favorite honey |
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And if you take away the car I drive |
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I'mma still be Mary Blige |
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Deep inside I wish you'd see |
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That I'm just plain old Mary |
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Deep inside I wish you'd see |
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That I'm just plain old, plain old Mary J. Blige |
