mary j. blige

oooh you remind me, yeah, you remind me of such sweet memories, you know what this is, you know what i'm sayin?, check it out, uh, mary j - what's on your brain, don't you know you can't diss where you came - from, the motherfucking slum, you remind me of when you was a bum, crazy dumb - getting hit in the hallway, building 5 - i heard you take it all ways, in the ass and especially the mouth, you get on the radio and now you're from down south, the bronx, or brooklyn, anywhere but from, sure you know the place that you left your mom. i'm from the motherfucking y-o, where the niggas is real and the bitches act like they know, you fuckin ho, you know i know, cause my mutherfucking man nas told me so, so did little jo, big coup and derrick, wash from school street and can't forget eric. ain't you tired of getting hit with dicks, you even fucked my man charles oakley from the knicks, you shouldn't use sex to get away from, you got niggas trooping to fordham road, just to drop a load, bitch you shouldn't have hoe'd, everybody got your code, the pussy is sold - and your ass and face, but i asked my man and he said it wasn't all that, right about the time you were shopping the demo, he tore your ass up in the back of a limo, and you didn't even care, you left your mom in - on what welfare, bitch you know you ain't right, matter fact what are you doing at about 8 o'clock tonight, you got the boots and i'm coming to get 'em, is it true that after you fuck 'em, you'll make a record with him, if so then i'll be there and it won't be hard to find me, cause like i said before mary j - you remind me!, yeah