Lyrics:
report got me depressed
Murder is a tough thing to digest
30 with the green beam
Thuggin' in the projects
Learned to keep them killings clean
Had to cover
as an army (all my street soldiers report to duty)
Killers on the loose, they gonna shoot when I say shoot
They gonna kill who try to harm me (kill who try
banana, yuh cyaa see no mango get it?
Man go
Big up Mr bruce, big up to Mrs portia
But a, Nova Scotia mi vote fah
See mi a di bank, ah di money mi report
(Tonight I can report the sky is absolutely fallen
We are all doomed, the end is near
The apocalypse is imminent and we're going to all die)
today have got no respect for his views
And I'm not getting any younger
Gone are those days when school reports were all I feared
Now for the first
niggas gon' report me (nigga)
overcome the fight
Give our children peace and love
Joy and harmony
We the women of the world
Imagine having nothing to report
If there was not a single
A tramp found dead, in the street, just made the news
Forensics report read ‚drug abuse‘
Found a warehouse slip in his sleeve
Marine corps major
(Drugged)
(Drugged)
(Drugged)
I never was the one in the classroom sitting with my hand up
When the teacher told us that we needed to report
the drama
[Verse 2: Nature]
Nature, alright, the year 2000 and 4 the War Report (port)
Niggaz make it out the hood, it's a small reward (ward)
We all
to cause disaster, the mic blaster
Cause atoms to transfer, with immediate report for you bastards
I make minds stagger, with this North Star golden dagger
of the iceberg
We pay a little bribe
Or we just don't report them
And see what you get-
Cesspools
In Eden
In Eden
No accident-
Just a little of our
(shit)
We called it America (whoa)
National bankruptcy, circumcised society
USA dined and ditched, Fox reports "poor is the new rich"
We called
to report on me favorably
Otherwise I may die
Die?
Yeah, die in committee
Ooh, but it looks like I'm gonna live!
Now I go to the House
Black Thought
Storm like Hurra, bring the weather report
And let em' know you been around since hot sauce and chicken
Fat rope chains, and wicked
stoned is a whole new world (to' up)
Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex
And grass will change your musical habits for the better"
Report or Max Roach
Laid back like Freddie Hubbard trumpet notes
Cannonball Adderley, Eddie Harris, Mill Jackson
Like Ron Carter's bass lines will beat you
talk about it
Don't file no report
Don't talk about it
Make a long story short
Winners take all, holler black for the straps report
We respect Mohamed, peace be upon him
Connecting with the pirates
I know where to find it
These
Bringing it back from the lost, we have to report
The trash on the chart make you have to resort
To leave the record store instead of quenching your thirst
stoned is a whole new world (to' up)
Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex
And grass will change your musical habits for the better"
to report it stolen, said this killer had a
Pistol grip pump in his palm
Fully loaded, he might dump
He might slump ya for that slab
Candy-coated, he
havin' a croak
Hey-yippie-yi-yo
I tell the fellas, come over to my pad
Hey yippie-yi-yo
Evil bullfrogs report to the call
The poor frog show down
Who let
always a mistake
but when you see that woman on the sofa something in you breaks
you've got a celluloid tendency to flare out and blaze
and the report
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