Crooked I - Mary Jane lyrics

[Intro] Treacherous, Hip Hop Weekly Ya nawmean, it's your boy Crooked I man Week forty-eight, Scarface Shouts out to the legendary Scarface It's Hip Hop Weekly Shouts out to my dude Alvin in Richmond, Virginia, stand up Chief in the 916, stand up Ya nawmean, let's get 'em Ey, straight sick, yeah Shouts out to my dude Andre Good lookin' on that comment you left on the MySpace page man What up Patrick It's '08 man, this has been a motherf**in' series I'll tell you man Sometimes the sh** is just like damn, yeah though Check me though [Verse 1] I swear when I was born I felt the earth quaking I hear the doctor's voice, I saw the nurse shaking Another one born to die, that was their first statement My first day on Earth, I had a hearse waiting My time gotta be precious as my hourgla** suggests A n***a can't sleep, I power nap at best And stressing over life won't allow a cat to rest f** it, I guess I'll sleep a hour after d**h Sippin' on that Henny when I'm down and out depressed Then I start yelling out whatever sounds about the best That's usually "f** the world," heart pounding out my chest Then I stop and let my mind begin to browse around some cess I'm in your hood alone, the realest rapper known I ain't Hollywood, go and grab your camera phone You never seen a rapper walking with this much platinum on My chrome Magnum watch my back just like a chaperone Yeah, I love many but I trust few And I'm like Nike's slogan, I just do it to get my just due Whoever said I was co*ky homey that's untrue I'm just a few notches above you but what's new Man I'm just trying to avoid becoming a young martyr C.O.B., we three hundred deep like we from Sparta None smarter, the author of slaughter I'm walking above water on mics, now who thought they could come harder? [Interlude] Huh? Not you my n***a I'm trying to rap my way off the block n***a I ain't letting no n***a come harder than me I don't care who they is, how many records they sold n***a You know [Verse 2] I'm having dreams of getting money and the vision so real I'm licking my thumbs in my sleep, counting invisible bills Waking up to weed, pistols and pills Should I slang all three or should I get Gs from lyrical sk**s I got enough to push presedential kush everyday 'Til that mary jane go platinum like Mary J Naw, no nine to five, no resume Just some smoke so fire that it brings me severence pay Look into this veteran's eyes If you ever see fear or failure, that's a clever disguise I'm top five dead or alive Whenever I rhyme I'm ahead of my time Bet I survive whatever arise, never no lies [Outro] Never, never, you nawmean I ain't got time to lie man Yeah we gettin' money on these corners but It's another side to that story man n***a get tired of looking over his shoulder for cops Jackers, kidnappers Motherf**ers want a piece of what you got, you know Don't lie to the kids, stop lying C.O.B., Circle of Bosses, Hip Hop Weekly Horseshoe Gang in the building It's my n***a Diceman bossday Happy bossday n***a We bosses, n***a, '08 I can't wait, it's checkmate I can't wait, in '08 it's checkmate Mickey, Pi Tough a** rappers, ya'll some b**hes Hahahahahaha