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Is this a news report or a trailer for a motion picture?
It all fades to gray
Save me from a villainous imagination
Deliver me from my friends
Oh bay baby I'm so tired....
The man from the government
The man from the tax report
The man from in the public school
The man owns the golden
seen your kind before
See me as a dollar sign
Till I resign on your report
That I done you wrong, and I mean to know
My homie never
Nigga right now, it's
actitud, mami
Dale, go, dale, go, dale, go, go
(G-Unit)
All my Puerto-Rican people holla "Vámonos"
My ghetto report card, I made the honor roll
Is
And despite the fact I won all the spelling bees
On my report card, I didn't get Fs, I got Zs
But for those who choose to snooze
Since I was born with no
Gettin' a good report card, five dollars
And for rakin' the yard, two dollars
Total owed, fourteen seventy-five.
Well, as mom looked at him standin' there
the country spooked
y'all got Uncle Sam, we got Uncle Luke
Where the poorest city, according to census report
thats cause they didn't count all the bricks that
came for
The bread, now a nigga run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no
I'd like to report my ceiling missing (hello)
They tried to take my swag, I got condoms in my condominium
What you know about that, I'm balling like
would've died quicker
My lawyer cost 100 thou', nigga, rats telling with no remorse
Shoot at us, no reports, we shoot at them they going to court
Fuck
motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
Seventy-five mil', look at me now
to court
I fucked some twins before
I had a Benz before, this is the sin report
This is the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em
Your money shorter than
I'm slowin' down
Opinions over statistics, of course
Gassed off journalistic
Come at me and all you'll get is the ballistic report
Booked a private
came for
The bread, now a nigga run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no
folks
Not Anfernee, but Tim
I'm so high I can dunk on you in Timbs
Know you seen the film
Check the scouting report
Get on the baseline
Now lean
kids' kids gonna book report me
And I think they want to murder me
I'm shining hard, because bitch I'm an emergency
(All of the lights)
Turn up
girl, roll it, girl
Roll (gyal, you don't stop once you get started)
Control it, girl, roll it, girl
All the girls dem report to the dancefloor
CNN for the, 'War Report'
See the drama got me ridin' with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
Man, niggas
I'd like to report my ceiling missing (hello)
They tried to take my swag, I got condoms in my condominium
What you know about that, I'm balling like
art... now paint that picture
Life behind bars, remember the very day I got caught?
I murdered a rapper, and you filed the police report?
See what I was
it (You know what time it is, report to the dance floor)
It's bad boy, bitch (Talk to 'em)
See you out the corner of my eye
Leaning on the wall,
Hi, ho, this is Kermit the frog
With a special news report from Sesame Street News.
I'm speaking to you
From the studio of that eminent singer
a plus on the report card, not a minus
Keep your security blankets because I'm not your Linus
You gotta problem with us
You know just the spot to find
what time it is, report to the dance floor)
It's bad boy, b**** (Talk to 'em)
See you out the corner of my eye
Leaning on the wall, looking fly
I want
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