Lyrics:
Dear Mr. Editor, wontcha please
Print my story in your magazine?
Warn all the lovers how a cheating heart
Can only end up in misery
I was
with that.
You playing hard to get i’m done with that.
Come hug me and hold me tight.
Put all the rules behind.
Wasting all the time,
When It turns into
to the editor's kiss.
The script is in
Race to the scene
Reporting the Agony
Eyewitness,
Camera madness
We're Filming the Tragedy
Swallow your pride
Make up
These are not dispassionate words of the cool
The headline still rules the editor's a fool
Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse
unforgettable or be forgotten
Better stick to the script cause these young niggas watching
They lurking
It's all about that cream cash rules everything
It's all
[Newsman]
Extra, extra
Extra, extra
Hear all about it
Ja Rule has just been elected the President...
Of the united ghetto's of Emerica
And this
He's running there, it's his own personal flyway
He rules that world, it's his very own
It's his Sleepy Hollow, it's his Kingdom of Id
It's his
Listen, you have to level out here(Level out) Cash rule everything around me(Cash rule)
Nothin' be simple, nothin' be even free(Nothing) Boss up, own
Hollywood makings
Making it
Faking it
Writing it
Wrong and hip
Breaking rules
ccting fools
Hollywood makings
Making it
Faking it
Writing it
Wrong and hip
Hollywood makings
Making it
Faking it
Writing it
Wrong and hip
Breaking rules
ccting fools
Hollywood makings
Making it
Faking it
Writing it
Wrong and hip
Generalissimo President X
You never know who's getting it next
Camera ready coup d'état
Media star and martial law
Run that script through
How simple it was gonna be
Each scene laid out the players we
Copy bound from the night we met
Walk right on to the stage we set
The lockstep script
just characters in a movie
Maybe the editors say we're meant to be
But I don't want to ruin the future, love
I want to know a way we can mess this up
the food
You gotta stick to the script, hard to follow the rules
When you never they exist, they ain't taught you in school
I'm just a product of my
Never fear a nigga
Never trust a bitch
Never fear a nigga
Never trust a bitch
That's the rule
That's the rule
That's the fucking rule
That's
like The Predator
Fuck you, your label moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
All on my shirt, the king of the flirt
souped up - you're still wack
I peel caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator
Fuck you, your label moms and yo' editor
Give you
que nos envolve
Sem o diretor pedir pro editor tirar o filme
Teu personagem fugiu com a tua fala, deu dó
Você perdeu o controle, o orçamento e o
(Dah, dah) (dah, dah)
Dear Mr. Editor, wontcha please
Print my story in your magazine?
Warn all the lovers how a cheating heart
Can only end up
get you souped up
You still wack
I peel caps on the regular
Destroy emcees etcetra
Hooped like the Predator
Fuck you, your label, moms, and yo editor
Dear Mr. Editor, wontcha please
Print my story in your magazine?
Warn all the lovers how a cheating heart
Can only end up in misery
I was
que nos envolve
Sem o diretor pedir pro editor tirar o filme
Teu personagem fugiu com a tua fala, deu dó
Você perdeu o controle, o orçamento e o
Statik Selektah
Y'all know the rules
Y'all know the rules (peep the rap patois)
Y'all know the rules
From BK
Y'all know the rules
Y'all know
him in the back of a squad car
Restrain that man
He needs his head put through a cat scan
Hey editor, I'm undeniable
Hey doctor, I'm certifiable
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