What's up, this is Mary, leave a message, and I'll holla back, peace Yo, yo Mary, pick up the phone girl Ay yo Mary, pick up the phone girl Hello? Ay yo, what's up? What's up Puff? Girl you ready? I'm always ready It's about that time again This the moment they all been waiting for Time to take it back to the gutter The queen of hip-hop soul Oohh, live your life cos life is love Always thank the man above (thank you, uh) The more you the more you get (that's real talk) Yeah, yeah (let me warm it up for ya) Who better than Usher you back through the gutter Than America's number one hustler (Sean Carter) Don't call it or come back Unless there's some money attached to that And you can call it whatever you like, in fact It's something like a phenomenon Like I'm a younger bro Taking my hostile games gone TV just for dunkin on Whoever want it with Sean he can get it jumpin like Donkey Kong We could get it thumpin like bum-ba-bum Travel the way of the gun, come on, c-come on No, I'm not only beggin I'm eggin you on Until you dead or gone that's the vendetta I'm on This ain't no video game with wrestlers on it The competitor on this is on some sh** On this come through all black like a Amish Holsters under the armpit, the arm spit, ha Just that Brooklyn don sh** Along with the queen from Yonkers Come on kiss the ring Fore I let miss Mary sing Supposed to you a soul in the everything, yeah It's cla**ic material I see you ba*tards at the burial Jay go first and then Mary go, round I just ride, hole her down with the fifth by my side Me and miss Blige Look up in the sky it's a bird a that came In the hydro flow that I bought to the game I could go mo' but I'm a let ma do her thang Brooklyn, we did it again I can't really explain what it is about her I don't know it's just, it's something special Ain't nobody like her, there's only one Mary Only one queen of hip-hop soul Love and life, let's do it