holiday, not just a holiday A gift that is always Yes he is the real thing He is the real thing, He is the real thing He is the real, the real thing
a holiday, not just a holiday A gift that is always Yes he is the real thing He is the real thing, He is the real thing He is the real, the real thing
holiday, not just a holiday A gift that is always Yes he is the real thing He is the real thing, He is the real thing He is the real, the real thing. (
ft. Mary J. Blige [Busta Rhymes] Roll wit a nigga, put on some roller skates [laughs] yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on! Hot shit
swang He had hair like wool, like wayne Dropping ashes in the bible I shake em out and they fall on the rifle Scary, hail mary no tale fairy All real
let the top down California's my birthplace. So I'm a take you there like Big took niggas to New York, usually had us feeling like we was from New York, And that's real
best wasn't thick enough Teflon, Napalm, Homicide scenes These are a few of my favorite things! But I ain't Mary so ain't a damn thing poppin Only
Quarter bricks half things in the back room How you want it, hard or so, get a milli, get them all ... flat screens in the front room Quarter bricks half things
things first man you're messin' with the worst One, come on, come on, one (Chorus: Marc Live) Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this, realness
a life-aholic Told'em all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha) The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane Worn without the other so for real
they own shoes Sophisticated ladies went to school and graduated Who don't be drinkin' everyday, but since they celebratin' Hey, pop your bottles shawty and do your thing
make a snow angel Y'all niggas squares, but aint got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes
, right? One more time mama, one more time mama You see I rub cash money just to see a seal original classes Y'all might know it's Tina Marie Who call
like my Hollywood shows I'm tryin' to tell you something that you prolly should know this that slumdog millionaire Bollywood flow and ahh, my real friends
televised The crucified promised in, ah, my ish, nobody can stop us Where the shoot out? How many niggas you killed? How many niggas for real? Like Mary
the pen As my thoughts emerge, these are those words I glance at the paper to know what's going on Someone's doing wrong, the story goes on Mary Lue'
gotta be honest i've been down this road before and it's a real problem cos i know just where it's going i don't wanna do this but i don't wanna lose
LL, Teairra Mari You seem like a type That wanna do a couple things When I look in your eyes I can tell you ready to swing Slow down, baby I'm waitin
