Pras

One two - I'm bout to set this off! Like this
Hip-hoppers, check it

*Another MC lose his life tonight, lawwwwd
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Ohh laww-WWD, father don't let him bury me, whoahhhh

I haunt MC's like Mephistopheles, bringin swords of Damocles
Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
Abstract raps simple with a street format
Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
of biting and recycling and callin it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell, "Somebody's Watching Me"
I got no privacy whether on land or at sea
And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit
It hurts don't it, a ReFugee come to your turf
and take over the earth

See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes
that can only get down with my crew
And if you try, to take lines or bite rhymes (hehe)
we'll show you how the ReFugees do
Yeah, yeah behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time
It's against the laws of physics
So weep as your "Sweet Dreams" break up like Eurythmics
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
Whether jew or gentile, I rank top percentile
Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays
My grammar pays, like Carlos Sanatana plays, "Black Magic Woman"
So while you fumin I'm consumin mango juice under Polaris
You just embarrassed cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris"
And even after all my logic and my theory
I add a motherfucker so you ig'nant niggaz hear me
Crew remember take notes, as I sow my rap oats
And for you biting zealots, here's a quote

*Repeat

You can try but you can't divide the tribe
These cats can't rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe (whatchu readin?)
The magazine says the girl should have gone solo
The guys should stop rappin - vanish like Menudo
Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
As long as someone was listenin, I knew it was a start
For me to get my chance, grab my pen and revamp (bing!)
Do a cameo while everybody do the dance
Quick now, cause you runnin out of luck-a
Playin Mr. Big, "I'm Gonna Get You Sucka"
While you munchin at your luncheon
I'll be plannin your assassination, then hit you like the Dutchman

I compress sound sets with my rap DBX
Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex
Bring terror to the shop of horror
As she cry, "Mi amor," the Phantom dies in the Opera
And to the young'uns who carry gadgets
And kill six days a week, then rest on the Sabbath (hold up, hold up!)
Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me
Then get buried like the great Mussolini
And for you bitin zealots, your rap styles are relics
No matter who you "Damage," you're still a false "Prophet"

*Repeat

(Intro: Mack 10)
Yo, Mack 10 (dirty cash, Reptile)
It's always good to have a little change
In your life ain't that right Pras? (That's right baby)
Yo, hahaha that's right well let me run it, check it

(Mack 10)
We do things and hood bangers, g's as we are
Well even Mack can do a bar with a Refugee All-star
Pras dance round the border like he Cassius Clay
While I press round the hood with a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought they knew me
They say; how can a thug from Cali bust with a Fugee?
Cause I write and make... ignite, easy on the treble
Now turn the bass up and check my Mic level
As I get down, let mama peekin, but ain't speakin
I guess a gang-bang thug... got baby tweakin
Said your outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus your little black... is cute with your dreads
Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a six-fo
Hit a switch and then hop into a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the game twice as nice
So add a little spice and put a thug in your life

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You better get up of your...
From a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah

(Pras)
Yes, yes y'all (yes y'all) it's dirty cash y'all (cash y'all)
From the East to the West I manifest y'all
Doin interviews with Harper Bazaar, how bizarre
You're sit back smokin big Cuban cigars
Yo, fly guys want getting jackin and fly cars
If it's up to me, you'll get blast when the hole pars
Thus far, no one can spar with my little troth
From the flat bush I'll rip y'all and bust your show to Crenshaw
Flowin with Pras and some splash down to Jamaica
Meet you at the shock bar, Alas se enica
Place your bet yo pay your debt
You cats with the fake crepes, I'll bust you with my Twin-Tack
For talkin out the side of your neck, aiyyo check
We can showdown and lowdown when I'm sunset
Make your move cowboy this ain't Hollywood
You got the business's in the hood, INGLEWOOD!

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You better get up of your...
From a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah

(Reptile)
Would wise in ninety dance hall, bounce to this
Hip-hoppers with the dress, smoke an ounce to this
I spin hits, lyrically swift, speakin of business
Reptile, formerly know, Jersey delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, give up the funds
We come down hard like hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt amps
Created more than the monster like the Loch Ness
All hell's about to break when I'm loose
Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes
And get a haircut; we put you niggas in a bear hug
I dare thugs, tellin niggas do it like "Nike Air" slugs
Take a death dive into the wilderness
We got you feelin this, to the point your man wanna kill us
But we ain't laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin
Loaded with dirty cash and a Mack 10 (*echoes*)

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You better get up of your...
From a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah

(Outro: Reptile)
Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just don't care
Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just don't care
Yeah what, what, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just don't care
I said blow the smoke (blow the smoke)
Blow the smoke and puff, puff like you just don't care

(Pras)
Uh, yeah, yeah, party people

(Pras & Free: Intro)
(Pras)
When the time is right in the heat of the night, right? Right?

(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do

(Free)
When you got the buzz and you feelin' the high, right? Uhh.

(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do

(Pras)
When you standin' in line and your credit decline, yeah ... uhh

(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do

(Free)
When you didn't do the crime but you're doin' the time, uhh.

(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, oooo, ooh, ohh (right, right)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah

(Pras: Verse One)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, once again she's back again
Wonderin' when she gonna find life again
Makin' runs, stackin' ones, workin'-class citizen,
Chosen one of Babylon
Touched for the first time like a virgin (Uh huh)
Rap's origin, blast outta Eden (Yeah)
Love the way the snake skin wrap around her bared skin
Sex on the beach, sippin' on juice and gin
Repent just to sin again, it's that yin-yang news bulletin
Stuck with me through thick 'n thin
Like I imagine I must sound like a Gatlin'
Gettin' rowdy with my crew down in Brooklyn
Drinkin' Ginseng, not to mention, where's my hooligan
who find them cats like Benjamin Franklin
Shorty perfect 12 on a scale 1 to 10
Whatever, whenever, you can see me like when, yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh...

(Free)
When you're dead broke, and you can't pay the bills

(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?

(Pras)
When you feelin' horny and you need a cheap thrill. Yeah.

(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, oooo, ooh, ohh. (right, right, right, yeah)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah. Uhh. Right? C'mon. Feel it.)

(Free: Verse Two)
What you gon' do? Uhh, yeah, yeah ...
See, all I wanna do is make love on the beach
And grab all the things that seem out of my reach (M-hmm)
I never had nothin' so there ain't shhh to lose (Uh huh)
I refuse to snooze in these Hill Street Blues (Word)
It's a full time thing, just tryin' to maintain
Even little city girls go insane (Stop it)
Sometimes I wish I could press rewind
When the life I live don't seem to be mine
If I could fly away, Free be long gone
You couldn't pin me down with your zoom lens on
I stay macked out, blacked out, stacked out
Cats outta order, y'all get smacked out, uhh
nobody moves and nobody gets hurt
Nobody interferes when I'm doin' my work
Pullin' my skirt, that's a full court violation
Y'all better get ready for the full annihilation
(Uhh.)

(Pras)
When you think you got a shorty but she's sleepin' with your best friend,
yeah, yeah, yeah

(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?

(Free)
When your man is doin' well, but he lackin' dividends, yeah, uhh, mmm

(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, oooo, ooh, ohh.

(Free)
What you wanna do? What you wanna do? What you wanna do?

(Product G & B)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah

(Free)
Right. Right. Uhh, uhh, right

(Product G & B: Hook)
To all the people, light your candles
strugglin' and hustlin' your way
So, this shout out goes
to all of the people bein' in every day, day, dayyyy.


(Pras: Verse Three)
Yeah, yo, yeah, yo ...
Hey yo, I wanna be in the back of the club, just rub-a-dubblin'
While these fake cats be champagne bubblin'
Who you lovin', who you huggin' in your time of strugglin'?
Two to three job is hard to keep jugglin'
Monopoly of hard times, all I got is hard rhymes
When I make it out, baby, I'ma keep you in mind
Can't stop the shine, can't claim what's mine
Comin' up, yeah, I'm in my prime
Ready to get this party started
Cut this track with diamonds, yeah I'm cold hearted
A bloodhound, leavin' you punks dumbfound, what now?
You done F'd up now, wha' what? Look around
If anyone asks, I say it's crime related
Them cats forgot to learn the Ten Crack Commandments
Passin' judgement when you came from the basement
So if you say we hot, it's just an understatement

(Free)
When you in love with yo' man but y'all can't get along, uhh, yeah, yeah

(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?

(Pras)
You already bought the ring, but the thrill is gone, yeah. Uhh

(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, oooo, ooh, ohh. (right, right, uh, uh)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)

(Free)
When your baby's daddy ain't payin' child support,
(uhh, yeah, a-what you gonna do? Uhh, yeah.)

(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?

(Pras)
When you think you gettin' off but the jury's been bought, yeah, yeah

(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, oooo, ooh, ohh. (right, right, right, yeah)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, Yeah, yeah
(Uh, uh. Uh, uh. Uh, uh. Yeah yeah, yeah yeah.)

(Pras)
Hmm. Yeah. A'ight, that's it.

(Pras)
Uh, yeah, huh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo, I'll do a double dish cleaner
The funny ass cats remind me of a skinner
Now you listen up, now what, heat on spitter
A renegade with my blade watch you get cut up
Sucker ass punk, you used to get beat up
Type of dude that'll smoke your weed up and eat up
Hold up, surrender your squad, it's a stick up
Fifty-two pickup, you high school drop-out, gives you enough float
To succeed or get tighter, what up, your block, get up
Shut up, or put up I'ma bout to let up
Licky, licky here, two shots you gone lick up
Take her to the news under: You should've eased up
Wha' What Wha' you got me fed up, get up or shut the f up
You done f'ed up, 8 or 9 enough even if she has seven runner up
Like the fans, like your thumbs up, what up?
I make them bowl like Shopper Ranks
I'm the Captain of the Ship, make them cats walk the plank
What the f you think I'm point, point blank
Turn off my sound niggas, let... crank

(Chorus w/variations)
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up

See, blaze me above the game with no limit
Niggas nowadays can slick and pull gimmicks
Cowber use roly well iced that been in it
Mines is loose rocks and the Beverly spin in it
Only place tin linid they cost a lot
When no money on the game you sure talk a lot
Never like a nigga car, you walk a lot
See I make cream a lot, while you niggas dream a lot
Can't you see it's all real, bras want to do me
Get it attached to me like I'm starrin in movies
Nigga Nor wanna do me, thing is I got none
Wanna be my main chick, chill I got one
If it's hot in a lady then I can cop some
Most players all fall, tightly tint
See me fly through the window cause it's lightly tint
But its strongly minute got a fall so cats frequent
Hate weed peepin, best cats seekin
Wanna kill me in the daytime, look it won't happen
You ain't a thug nigga this is some girls is rap, what
(Yeah you don't won't no problem)

(Chorus w/variations)
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up

Yo my M-O is S-O-L-O... hello
Shake like Jello bionics and nice fellow
Long hair, pussy's and pussy head too
In a room with the doctor, how the hell I stop ya?
The Rolex topper long as ya coppin them yo
It means it's copper, don't need to stop ya
When I'm speakin opera, which y'all don't understand
That it's my channel Boo-Bionic mister man
Why y'all play Tennis we sway inventists
So our house can finish, wait a minute
Change the color of my whips, despite you bastards
Spit it green-cold on it, like you won the masters
Flow... faster, speed it up, heat it up why don't y'all just heat it up
Spit it on some feeder bust, slow it up, make the beat that we blow it up
Ya niggaz ain't mine, better pray you throw it up

(Chorus w/variations)
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
Now...

(Pras)
Yo I keep my mind on my riches snitches get snitches
Cats on the low they all act like bitches
So what up, where you at with the nine-sin?
Feel my triples please circle the violence
Let me abolish this sh... like Nat Turner
Drop by Tom Warner, peace to my crooked cop killers
With the six shooter while fake niggaz getting drunk off of wine coolers
Yo, uh...

Yo she big on the game it's broke I wanna fix it
Make hot... and get that down, we remix it
He speakin, here we go your beef is nice
I'm from the gutter mother... best you think twice
Now back to who's nice M-O-S-T-W-A-N-T-E-D
You niggaz can't see me I'm glad that you turn
Poke that out of space shit, I bring you back to Earth, what

(Chorus w/ varaiations)
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up

(*Wha, Wha, Wha... echoes*)

Yo, this is the Fugees
Refugees
About to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of the Booka basement
The basement, word
Uhh

Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es
An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld

Verse One: Lauryn Hill

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own soul
Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb
But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style
Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see
I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard

[Lauryn Hill]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab
(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Verse Two: Prazwell

Then cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo
And when I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo
You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques
Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme vous?
WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh
Say o-ur father, who art in heaven
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh

[Prazwell]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Verse Three: Wyclef

Check it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE
Kill the gimmick
It's nonsense, it's no sense or value
a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and...
Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became gats and
Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?
I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter
Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but
my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!
See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop
from be-bop to bee-bee

[Lauryn Hill]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab
(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab
(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab
(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab
(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Intro: Lauryn Hill

Yo, this is the Fugees
Refugees
About to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of the Booka basement
The basement, word
Uhh

Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es
An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld

Verse One: Lauryn Hill

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own soul
Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb
But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style
Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see
I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard

[Lauryn Hill]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab
(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Verse Two: Prazwell

Then cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo
And when I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo
You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques
Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme vous?
WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh
Say o-ur father, who art in heaven
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh

[Prazwell]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Verse Three: Wyclef

Check it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE
Kill the gimmick
It's nonsense, it's no sense or value
a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and...
Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became gats and
Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?
I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter
Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but
my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!
See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop
from be-bop to bee-bee

[Lauryn Hill]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab
(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab
(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab
(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab
(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Intro: Lauryn Hill

Yo, this is the Fugees
Refugees
About to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of the Booka basement
The basement, word
Uhh

Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es
An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld

Verse One: Lauryn Hill

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own soul
Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb
But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style
Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see
I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard

[Lauryn Hill]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab
(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Verse Two: Prazwell

Then cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo
And when I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo
You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques
Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme vous?
WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh
Say o-ur father, who art in heaven
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh

[Prazwell]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Verse Three: Wyclef

Check it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE
Kill the gimmick
It's nonsense, it's no sense or value
a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and...
Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became gats and
Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?
I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter
Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but
my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!
See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop
from be-bop to bee-bee

[Lauryn Hill]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab
(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab
(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab
(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab
(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

[CLEF]
Look into the rhyme
Rum to the ripple
Sing boo,
But at times I come in triple.
Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head
Now your dead.
Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead.
Raaaaah, raaaah
Let me attack just like the black cat
You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.
Hooo, you've got to go for backup
To do what you gotta do.
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
and kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede
I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo
Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what.
Competition, stimulation for the rap man
Losers check your tooters
While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.
Don't play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to reload . . .

[CLEF]
Wyclef the multi-talented
Average heads can't handle it
I'll bring it to you live
Only if you want it.
Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's
[C'mon check out my melody]
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.

[PRAZ]
I'm a bring down the ruckus
Play the nutcracker
Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother
Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper,
Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false idental,
I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil

[LAURYN]
I'm the L, Won't you pull it
Straight to the head
With the speed of a bullet
Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet
Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative
Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends
Dreams of euphoria,
Aurora,
To another galaxy
Phallic-sy
Be this microphone, but get lifted
Lyrically I'm gifted
Burn on in without the roach clip (it)
Henders, mind-bender
Pleasure sender,
So frequently your nerve endings belong to me
Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke
Wack niggas choke
From the fumes that I emote,
Or emit shit
See even I feel the mahogany L
Natural hallucinogen
Turning boys to men again
With estrogen dreams
Release blues, yellows and greens
From Brownsville to Queens

[DIAMOND-D]
I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift
I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff
You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff
[We know where to run]
And start flakin' like dandruff.
C'mon son my steelo's tight
Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic
On the right, analytical conceptions
With precision and leave lyrical incisions.

[CHORUS]
Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,
M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,
Feds be hawkin me
Jokers be stalking me,
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,
My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.
My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.
Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.
Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.

[CLEF]
I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.
Soupin me up sayin "Your a nice worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,
Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,
Getting high on company time."
Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.
Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,
And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.
Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,
Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.
Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,
Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head
Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,
I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,
Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.
[CHORUS]
M to the A to the S to the K,
Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.
Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.
My posse Uptown wear the mask.
My crew in the Queens wear the mask.
Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.
Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.

[LAURYN]
I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,
Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,
Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,
Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,
I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,
I had to put him in his place,
This kids invading my space,
But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,
So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,
Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.
I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.
I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,
He ran up quick behind me asking, "Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?"
Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.
I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,
He's busted, "so who you checking for now?"
Probably some intellectual.
I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.
Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,
Yo I told her check your man cause Bitch you acting out of place.
[CHORUS]
M to the A to the S to the K,
Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.
Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.
My posse Uptown wear the mask.
My crew in the Queens wear the mask.
Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.
Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.

[PRAZ]
3 A.M. in the morning on the Boulevard,
I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,
Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.
I stepped out the note to post up my guard
Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.
My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.
As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,
I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.
He said, "I got a itchin' on my trigger,
Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder."
See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.
My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,
Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,
That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.
[CHORUS]
M to the A to the S to the K,
Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.
Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.
My posse Uptown wear the mask.
My crew in the Queens wear the mask.
Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.
Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.

*Warn the town the beast is loose,
Word 'em up y'all
C'mon x2

Conflicts with night sticks
Illegal sales districts,
Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich
Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks,
Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets
Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks.
The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich SUCKS DICK

Meanwhile the government brings Star Wars from glocks to glockers
C.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca
Mista Mayor, can I say something in yo honor
Yesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger
Okay, okay.
Let's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham
The man behind the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton.
Who soon retire, the roof is on fire
Connie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma
Things are getting serious, Kuumbaya,
On a mountain satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah

You can't search me without probable cause
Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion
Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction
You planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin.
Now you ask me for my license/registration
"WHAT THE FUCK" is my name
"WHAT THE FUCK" is my occupation
Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees
Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now the cops got Lolly.

The subconscious psychology that you use against me,
If I lose control will send me to the penetentiary
Such as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz
High class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed.
And the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was,
And if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley
was.
And my word does nothing against the feds,
So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, WORD UP.

*Repeat (x2)

The chase is on I feel like the bad guy
Fifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive
Looked in my rear view mirror
Police was getting closer
Heard a roar in the sky,
Looked up and saw the Blue Thunder.
My inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender,
BUT TO WHO???
The star spangled banner ooh.
Say can't you see cops more crooked than we
By the dawn's early night robbin' niggas for kis.
Easy low key crooked military
Pay taxes out my ass but they still harrass me.

The streets of corruption got me bustin and cussin' in the concrete
jungle
Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo
Handled by Hannibal
Soon I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble.

Hey yo should I slow down?

Nah kid go faster,
Just cause they got a badge, they could still be impostors.
Probable cause, got flaws like dirty draws
Meet me at the corner store so we can start the street wars.

*Repeat (x3)

(Skit)

Delivered straight from the temple
Hip hop ya don't stop
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, rock!
Well as an infant I was born into religion,
My mother called me Baptist
But what she forgot to mention
Was what Baptist meant.
The story goes God sent his only begotten son
To make sure that I would have one.
As I learned in Sunday school,
He's ........ to disrespect my mother and father would be taboo.
But as I grew I met a Jew, a Catholic and a Protestant
And couldn't figure out where Baptist fit.
Hastily got crazy that ya made me see
Brother has confronted me with such ambiguity.
Are you Jehovah, Buddha, or shall I call you Allah?
All the words for Heavenly Father.
I just like to be a scholar on the subject called theology,
So that's how mi figure,
While they call themselves Christians, used'a call me nigga.
And ...... black hole leaves no control over thought.
I leave my body to see where the pits
Go high when the physical takes control.
No communications with the inner self
The prize is the otherwise wise, who has spiritual health.
Got to explain, they had the problems visions of gettin' along with herself,
Cheap on the corner, cornered herself and becomes a mourner.
Logic, brothers -
Ah, yo sista, can Prazwel and Wyclef get some - check it out.
Delivered straight from the temple,
Hip hop ya don't stop
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, rock!
Delivered straight from the temple,
I had no time to sample,
My cousin's name was Samuel,
I wasn't allowed to use the turntables,
My dad was a preacher so rap music was your devilism,
And if the words'd say

Brethren dont cut me when i'm going.
I dont hear myself.
We bout to drop, drop drop drop.
You can bring the beat up
a little bit in the headphones.
Bring the beat up a little bit.
We bout to drop.
We bout to drop, drop, drop, drop.

I got moxy, I'm so d**n foxy
Industry try to block me like cops and paparazzi
Full stop, Don't copy, Just cop me properly
Everybody same policy, universal equality
Responsibility, polity, to survive economically
Some people do it comically,
Fruits of freedom, equality
Invest your money properly, people own me apology
Intellectual property, stealing stolen commodity
Souls searching or controlling and robbery,
Cold lack of comradere
Clones, Copy-cats bother me,
Mine, Own, Blind cats, follow me
Honesty, honesty, honestly,
all these jokes are common-league
Puppets with no autonomy
Yup Its Fugees Entirely

I see you looking but you better take it easy
Tell your crew I said tell em take it easy
Here's come the rocket launcher,
you better take it easy,
take it easy, take it easy
(too sleazy)
Too much ex mami, take it easy
Good with the sex mami, you'll be like, take it easy
Ay papi, better take it easy, take is easy, take it easy

You movin bricks but you better take it easy
Here's a tip, you're too flashy
I don't tip twice, but you best friend he DT
And that dog sniffin in the back ain't Lassie
And I ain't rhymed in a minute,
but ya'll ain't catch up
And that ain't blood on your shirt,
man that's ketchup (That's ketchup)
Picture Clef getting a writer to give him help
I'd rather kill myself become a ghost
and write for myself (OH MY GOD!!)(***see C)
Cuss I'm the top celebrity,
top celebrity, top celebrity, MC (Bing!)
I flow for the thugs, gypsies, and hippies (Bing!)
A ghetto maestro with a Nat Turner flow (Bing!)
Malcolm X come out, hit the Klu Kulx Show (SHOOWOOWOO)

I see you looking but you better take it easy
Tell your goons that they better take it easy
Here's come the rocket launcher, take it easy,
take it easy, you better take it easy (too sleazy)
Too much ex mami, take it easy
Good with the sex you'll be like take it easy
Ay papi, mami take it easy,
take is easy, you better take it easy

Don't you know
originals get plagerized,
majors minors, must supervise
Haters, Climbers get scrutinized,
Placaters, Blind and stupid guys
Wicked people choose homicide,
Dregs of society heathen dem
Beggars, bogus misleading dem,
Nigra, Negro, Negrito dem
Angelitos con libre dem, Chico's,
Chica's completing them
Addiction, fiction, bleeding them,
capitalism eating them,
Misunderstanding cheatin them,
The ignorance defeating them
True loyalty is leaving them,
got royalty believing them
Eyes open deceiving them,
Reconciling, Receiving them
Reckless driving and grieving them,
Matthew Andrew and Peter them
(Slow down)
We bout to reconcile (repeat)
We bout to reconcile (reconcile)
We bout to reconcile(recon, recon, reconcile)
We bout to reconcile,
(tell em to give off my style) (Slow Down)
We bout to reconcile (reconcile like Public Enemy)
We bout to reconcile (Slow Down)
(reconciliation) (tell em to get off my style)
We bout to reconcile(running with my crew again)
We bout to reconcile (Slow Down)
(tell them to get my off style) (repeat)

Stop the track,
what ya'll thought I wasn't coming
been in the L.A.,
few flicks, few millions
back with the Fugees,
foo-fighting for a few billions
dub plate dealing,
sound boy killin
anything we do,
we want that cap for me realin?
Angelo, Simone, Michelle,
you know them willin,
Can't fight the feelin,
when I pull in the SFR,
every girl love's a ghetto superstar
(that's Pras baby)
Run hip hop like pin stripe Lees and
I got love for my crew like Big had for Cease (C's)
Pull and sqeeze on these MC's,
I don't really wanna do it, take it easy

I see you looking but you better take it easy
Tell your goons that they better take it easy
Here's come the rocket launcher,
take it easy, take it easy,
you better take it easy (too sleazy)
Too much ex mami, take it easy
Good with the sex you'll be like take it easy
Ay papi, mami take it easy,
take is easy, you better take it easy

We got L-Boogie in the house (what)
Prazwell in the house,
Clef,
Jerry Wonder, yeah

Big Ro (Rohan) I see you in the back
Let's get this thing started
Let's stay focused, focused, focused, focused

Oh, If you don't know what's goin on man
The Fugees back on the street,
serious thing right now
You scared yet,
ah pack your dibby dibby dub box

AhhhhhH!
Check the crippled man, sittin in the church
My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt
She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs
And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie
Hi/I check Jimmy cuttin hair at the barbershop
He plays the bass guitar, like David plays the harp
His knowledge name is Greek, cause whenever he speaks
He's got the wisdom of King Solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep
Sometimes he thought of the fame in Madison Square Garden
So some seek stardom, but they forget Harlem
But seeking first of all the kingdom of God is what my pops told me
So if I fall, could the choir catch me
I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan
Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom
So who's side am I on? I'm on the righteous
Always check the
s, no time to contradict

Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem (3X)
They/brothers/sisters/families/people/we/brothers
keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty

Well aiyyo family I beseech you, in the hopes that I may reach you
My mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come someday
Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild
And teachers disliked me, cause I knew where my culture be
So now yeah mom I read history, I can't neglect my passion see
Rock it's kind of new to me, cause my true love was poetry
White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey
built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like to save you from the wicked
D-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet
The black to mourn, tomorrow's death
The evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this violence why?
Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it
Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me
see what's hard for me that don't make you flee
when I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain't never after me
So yo I be wised up with Greek
To go and be, the last and good and see what's wrong with me
and through your insecurity of me and my ability
So bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy
to tell the truth and not to lie? Oh my...

2X

But as I grew, I knew cause the master told me
from a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby
Life is so short, hardcore becomes hard-corpse
Step in a coffin where the money's no longer the source
singing
There we go, there we go, there we go
I got mine now won't you get yours, we never open doors
so we neglect, and don't protect the ones that's not
people never really seem to care
And then they cry out, "My people! Why aren't we treated equal?"
As we flee, we flee our own communities
We leave our family in poverty
And then we blame it on another, so family please recover
Oh c'mon please come now with you can come with me now and blow now
if you want to, we're through...

4X

Yo, this fucker I was wit the other day,
I was chillin' with Scott and the minute that we got in front of our
crib with a shotgun. Cause jokers gonna be bustin' up
in there trying to get food, clothing, shelter, TV's, forks,
radios or whatever they can get there hands on.
Shit is getting mad ill out here man. Joker's running out here
like with MASKS on; I was with my man Pee, he think
he like Charlie Chan or Robert De Niro
or Bruce Lee or some shit, jumping from behind trees on
Muhfuckas, like Cowboys BANG BANG or whatever you
know. Trying to shoot a joker he had beef with, he wound
up shootin my man up in the street, tyring to be Cowboys
they can't even shoot, trying to be gangsta's but when the
Beast come on the muthafuckin' block everybody break out.
They beat my man Bob G. up the other day, cops, pigs vampin'
on him, everybody just standin' around just watching that
shit take place. Cause they only gangsta's when it comes to
being gangsta's to themselves. They want to be Corleone, Luigi,
or Gambino or Gotti or whatever the fuck. They run around callin'
themselves Rahiem or Fuquan or Mustapha cause we think they
got power, but fuck them, I got power. I got power, I got family,
I got Family Business on Avon, on Chancellor, on Prince Street
on Chadwick, on Stratford on Chancellor on Vailsburg. All of the
Brick City. That's my family, we gonna settle The SCORE, once
and for all. I'm not lettin' nobody I'm going out like
a bandit. And all of these ZEALOTS trying to steal and trying to
bite what I got like all of these big record companies, these
corporations these stores they try to rob me. Naw man, I'm going,
I'm a get mine. Me and my girl we gonna go out together
we gonna be a soldier kid. When I go out, she go out. And we
gonna make what we believe Manifest cause if you ain't Ready
now, you ain't never gonna be ready . . .
I'm always ready.

"And when you feelin down.. recharge!"
Now and, forevers, them emperors, are nova
The lovin, the huggin, will never be overBack up back up boy, don't get me started
Still the MC, hit the target, you get bombarded yeah
Affect the minds, let the blind evaporate
Let me elaborate, ohhhhh nooooooo (it's too late)
Push the button, cause I'ma get ??
Pass me a SCUD missle, so I can bomb the land
Yo Pras (what?) Yo Pras (what?) Some start to wonder
Some see lightning, some hear THUNDER
Shades of a black man, maybe the black panther
Makin MC's run when it come to rappin I'm the Darth Vader
I'm not regular, consider me ir-regular
from the regular rapper ones that lumber
But I come from a slum where many bum
Sometimes I cooled out, while my boys were in prison
I always told them that right, overrules wrong
cause ever since a boy mama told me judgment they will come son
So I watch what I do, what I say, how I PLAY
and hope that I make it through the next day
Cause the streets are like a jungle, they got me say
OH-AY-OH-AY-OH, cause Tarzan's a black man
So I'm waiting for a break in the record company
so I could take you MC's, back to camp I mean
Cause with a flick of my wrist, I come rewind another RHYME
I got more rhymes than a church got WINES
Ever since middle school, I used to, rule
The ?? mule, people called my talent beautiful
Never lost a battle, they thought I was buckWILD
They didn't know that a ReFugee could rock so well
So here's the resurrection, upon Wyclef in hell
Check me or my team as I recharge your body
Livin to be given, chillin like Bob Dylan
Like Michael I'm Thrillin, I'm not dealin to be illin
Runnin a mask ??, like the task force
The cause is laws, the laws that broke your jaw
now I'm, gettin raw on a thing like a mean machine
(Why you runnin around with the same old thing?
Humm.. you know what I mean, yeah)
I search and search, I start to faint
but never never never fall in entertain
Don't beam me up Scotty, I'm audi like John Gotti
Drivin in black CaddySuccess for the next man is success for myself
Vanity's vanity yet I still wanted wealth
I know there's a true God, but it still makes me think
of Yusef.. now is the notty dread dead?
Believe in the Bible because it promise eternity
Six six six, that makes you, my adversary
So I, watch my back and hopin I don't get taxed
I used to, rip the rapper cause they said we'd been said wack
I know what the critics they say, keep it commercial
I used to freestyle, but everything now is rehearsal
I miss the old school, so tell me what will I do?
I guess I'll start a revolution with the Tranzlator Crew, so..
Check me or my team as I recharge your body (8X)
Check it out all MC's I'm about to pull out my slingshot
Here it comes!
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne
Me come for them alllllllll
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne
Me come for them alllllllll
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
(Me lick me one one)
They label me (WHAT?) the MC psycho
Prim' you up, but don't mistake me for Sunoco
Cuss to get loose, now you got the micro' Joe
Who talkin about hope? Poquito dinero
means I work hard, but got no money, and that ain't funny
Hey honey when you work for free see it's hard to get a lady baby
But they say good things come to those wait
So I wait, no ego trip, and on the mic I penetrate
Elevate as I battle for high stakes
Many gamble, I eat you like an ANIMAL
cause he gambled for the dime that he didn't have
He woke up in a dream and found his body in a body bag
Wyclef pissed cause, oh what I really said is
is I'm that funky, big up def in pig latin man, hah
A lot of rappers try to outrap, but miss me yo
But I'm askin every teachers everything he know
There's always one trick, to make em slip
So let me predict in pure trick I'm sure the rap form will recharge
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne
Me come for them alllllllll
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
Check them style out of Wy and Prazwell
Bad man fire M-16
Police man fire AK=47
Soldier man... them a fire ??
and them gun shoot for.. woy!
Bad man fire M-16
Police man fire AK=47
Soldier man... them a fire ??
and them gun shoot for.. woy!

*Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide
Gonna find you, and take it slowly
Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide
Gonna find you, and make you want me

Now that I escape sleep walk away
those who convolate knows the world they hate
Jails bars ain't golden gates
those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate
if i could rule the world, everyone who have a gun
and together of course we'd get the up in our their horse
I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine
I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased
but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep
thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK
Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag
I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad
Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit
My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist
I think not, I send a letter to my friends
A born again, hooligan only to be king again

*Repeat

yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess
where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less
i must confess my destany's manifest
to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like i'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess
capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES!
Bless you if you represent the FU
but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do
Voodo, I could what you do, EASY!
Believe me, frontin' niggaz
gives me heebe-geebes
so why you imitatin' Al Capone
I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone

Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide
Gonna find you, and take it slowly

You can't run away from these styles I got
Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah...
Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know
Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no...

Ready or not, refugees taking over
The buffalo soldier, dread like rasta
On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber
crews went for cover now they under pushin' up flowers
Superfly, true lies do or dies
toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille
I refugee from Guatanamo Bay,
dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay

*Repeat (x2)

Chorus: Lauryn Hill
Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide
I'm Gonna find you, and take it slowly
Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide
I'm Gonna find you, and make you want me
Verse One: Wyclef
Now that I escape sleep walk away
those who convolate knows the world they hate
Jails bars ain't golden gates
those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate
if i could rule the world, everyone who have a gun
and together of course we'd get the up in our their horse
I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine
I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased
but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep
thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK
Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag
I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad
Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit
My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist
I think not, I send a letter to my friends
A born again, hooligan only to be king again
Chorus
Verse Two: Lauryn Hill
yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess
where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less
i must confess my destany's manifest
to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like i'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess
capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES!
Bless you if you represent the FU
but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do
Voodo, I could what you do, EASY!
Believe me, frontin' niggaz
gives me heebe-geebes
so why you imitatin' Al Capone
I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone
chorus
Interlude: Lauryn Hill
You can't run away from these styles I got
Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah...
Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know
Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no...
Verse Three: Pras
Ready or not, refugees taking over
Buffalo Soldier Dread like rasta
On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber
crews went for cover now they under pushin' up flowers
Superfly, true lies do or dies
toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille
I refugee from Guatanamo Bay,
dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay
Chorus

Chorus: Lauryn Hill
Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide
I'm Gonna find you, and take it slowly
Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide
I'm Gonna find you, and make you want me
Verse One: Wyclef
Now that I escape sleep walk away
those who convolate knows the world they hate
Jails bars ain't golden gates
those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate
if i could rule the world, everyone who have a gun
and together of course we'd get the up in our their horse
I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine
I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased
but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep
thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK
Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag
I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad
Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit
My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist
I think not, I send a letter to my friends
A born again, hooligan only to be king again
Chorus
Verse Two: Lauryn Hill
yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess
where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less
i must confess my destany's manifest
to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like i'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess
capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES!
Bless you if you represent the FU
but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do
Voodo, I could what you do, EASY!
Believe me, frontin' niggaz
gives me heebe-geebes
so why you imitatin' Al Capone
I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone
chorus
Interlude: Lauryn Hill
You can't run away from these styles I got
Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah...
Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know
Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no...
Verse Three: Pras
Ready or not, refugees taking over
Buffalo Soldier Dread like rasta
On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber
crews went for cover now they under pushin' up flowers
Superfly, true lies do or dies
toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille
I refugee from Guatanamo Bay,
dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay
Chorus

You can't run away
From these styles I got oh baby,
hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah
Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh yeah!

[Wyclef - Verse One]
Yo! Now that I escape, selling five million plates
My beeper vibrates, like California earthquakes
But I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're not
M.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox
Still ichi bang, wack M.C.'s get the gong!
Lyrical tongue
Wireless mics from Samsung
Wyclef, seduced once by an actress
Angela Basset wanted the head of Jean Baptiste
Meanwhile across town, I steal no money to Carlito
Mama always said don't gamble
I'm trapped in casino
No more money in my bags
Nightmares, getting closer
I slept on Elm Street, Freddy Kruger
Woke up with a German Luger
Black serial killer, man turns to gorilla
Provoked I change faces like Michael Jackson's Thriller
B-B-B-B-B-Boo! (Imitating young Michael Jackson)
And you don't stop!!!

[Lauryn - Chorus]

Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break!
If any joker come fe' test another life we take!
'Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist!
So scientist, lyricist, pop your pen intense (?)! ( 2x )

[Lauryn - Verse Two]

If I could change the times, and make rhymes, raise the babies
Give all the pigs rabies
Send biting niggas to Haiti's
Clothe young ladies
Chase the rainbow, find the pot
Free the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lot
Lose the fame
Take the money
Play boys, just like the bunny
Find a man with a plan
Slap a chicken, If she acts funny
Break the bank, on tank
Stop niggas from acting stank
Take over your bounty rovers
Teach a man to find Jehovah
Own the stores, own the tours
Watch the record, pimps and whores
Make love, stop the wars
Cop the land, like the Moors
Make the last be the first
Make the God respect the Earth
Change the murder rate to the birth! Bust it!

[Lauryn Singing]

Ready Or Not
Here I come
You can't hide!

Gonna find you! And take it slowly!

Ready Or Not
Here I come
You can't hide!

Gonna find you! And make you want me!

[Pras - Verse Three]

No more tours, no more scores
Por favor senor, I tempt crews, like a bull to a matador
Run you for your Range Rover, Like that!
Leave you in a broken Nova, Like that!!
Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! (Wyclef in background)
Rather be slaughtered, than be captured!
Three refugees, one unusual suspect
A snitch at the table, how far will your trust get?
Lust got you busted, unlocking my vault
Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt
Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark
Or get marked, like a narc, as The Beast in Nu Yok (New York)

[Lauryn - Singing]

You can't run away
From these styles I got oh baby,
hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah
Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh no!

[Chorus - 3x]

You can't run away
From these styles
I got oh baby hey baby
'cause I got a lot oh yeah
Anywhere you go
my whole crew gonna know
oh baby Hey baby
you can't hide from
the block oh yeah
Yo Now that I escape
selling five million plates
My beeper vibrates
like California earthquakes
But I keep a balanced head
'cause you're hot
they're not M C's go Hollywood
then lose their
spot on the jukebox
Still ichi bang
wack M C's get the gong
Lyrical tongue
Wireless mics from Samsung
Wyclef seduced once
by an actress
Angela Basset wanted
the head of Jean Baptiste
Meanwhile across town
I steal no money to Carlito
Mama always said don't gamble
I'm trapped in casino
No more money in my bags
Nightmares getting closer
I slept on Elm Street
Freddy Kruger
Woke up with a German Luger
Black serial killer
man turns to gorilla
Provoked I change faces like
Michael Jackson's Thriller
And you don't stop
Sometimes the Refugees
gotta take a stand and break
If any joker come fe' test
another life we take
'Cause when we gunning
all the dance
we are the specialist
So scientist lyricist
pop your pen intense
Sometimes the Refugees
gotta take a stand and break
If any joker come fe' test
another life we take
'Cause when we gunning
all the dance
we are the specialist
So scientist lyricist
pop your pen intense
If I could change the times
and make rhymes
raise the babies
Give all the pigs rabies
Send biting niggas to Haiti's
Clothe young ladies
Chase the rainbow find the pot
Free the third time offender
once he learns to makes a lot
Lose the fame Take the money
Play boys just like the bunny
Find a man with a plan
Slap a chicken
If she acts funny
Break the bank on tank
Stop niggas
from acting stank
Take over your bounty rovers
Teach a man to find Jehovah
Own the stores own the tours
Watch the record
pimps and whores
Make love stop the wars
Cop the land like the Moors
Make the last be the first
Make the God respect the Earth
Change the murder rate to the birth
Bust it
Ready Or Not Here I come
You can't hide Gonna find you
And take it slowly Ready Or Not
Here I come You can't hide
Gonna find you
And make you want me
No more tours no more scores
Por favor senor I tempt crews
like a bull to a matador
Run you for your Range Rover
Like that Leave you
in a broken Nova
Like that Buffalo soldier
Dreadlock rasta
Rather be slaughtered
than be captured
Three refugees
one unusual suspect
A snitch at the table
how far will your trust get
Lust got you busted
unlocking my vault Body as a Q Tip
right on the asphalt
Tell the youth that
you shouldn't skylark
Or get marked like a narc
as The Beast in Nu Yok
You can't run away
From these styles
I got oh baby hey baby
'cause I got a lot oh yeah
Anywhere you go
my whole crew gonna know
oh baby Hey baby
you can't hide
from the block oh no
Sometimes the Refugees
gotta take a stand and break
If any joker come fe' test
another life we take
'Cause when we gunning
all the dance
we are the specialist
So scientist lyricist
pop your pen intense
Sometimes the Refugees
gotta take a stand and break
If any joker come fe' test
another life we take
'Cause when we gunning
all the dance
we are the specialist
So scientist lyricist
pop your pen intense
Sometimes the Refugees
gotta take a stand and break
If any joker come fe' test
another life we take
'Cause when we gunning
all the dance
we are the specialist
So scientist lyricist
pop your pen intense

CLEF]
A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say

I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn.
Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet.
Good friends we had,
Good friends we've lost along the way.
In this great future you can't forget your past, So dry your tears
I say And to my peeps who passed away,
No woman, no cry, no woman no cry, say say say.
Hey little sister don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say.
I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in Jersey,
And little Georgie would make the firelight,
As stolen cars passed through the night
And then we'd hit the corner store for Roots, paper, and brew.
My drink's my only remedy
For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty,
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright,
Fugees come to the dance tonight, everything's gonna be alright,
O everything's gonna be alright,
The gun man's in the house tonight,
But everything's gonna be alright.

[CHORUS]
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah

[CLEF]
No woman no cry, no woman no cry.
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say.
I remember when we used to sit in a government yard in Trenchtown.

The hypocrites as they mingled with the good people we meet.
Good friends we had Oh good friends we've lost
Along the way hey.
In this great future,
You can't forget your past so dry your tears I say
And no woman no cry. No woman no cry say say say.
Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away

[CHORUS]
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah

A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say
I remember when we used to sit
in the government yard in Brooklyn
Observing the crookedness as it mingled with
the good people we meet
Good friends we had, good friends we've lost along the way
In this great future you can't forget your past, so dry your tears
I say and to my peeps who passed away
No woman, no cry, no woman no cry, say say say
Hey little sister don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say
I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in Jersey
And little Georgie would make the firelight
As stolen cars passed through the night
And then we'd hit the corner store for Roots, paper, and brew
My drink's my only remedy
For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty,
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright
Fugees come to the dance tonight, everything's gonna be alright
O everything's gonna be alright
The gun man's in the house tonight
But everything's gonna be alright
Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah

No woman no cry, no woman no cry
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say
I remember when we used to sit in a government yard in Trenchtown
The hypocrites as they mingled with the good people we meet
Good friends we had Oh good friends we've lost
Along the way hey, in this great future
You can't forget your past so dry your tears I say
And no woman no cry, no woman no cry say say say
Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away
Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah, oh ah oh ah

A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say
I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Brooklyn
Oba-Observing the crookedness
As it mingled with the good people we meet
Good friends we had, oh
Good friends we've lost along the way
In this great future you can't forget your past
So dry your tears I say
And to my peeps who passed away

No woman, no cry
No woman no cry, say say say
Hey little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry, say say say

I remember when we used to rock
In a project yard in Jersey
And little Georgie would make the firelight
As stolen cars passed through the night
And then we'd hit the corner store
For roots, paper, and brew brew
My drinks my only remedy
For pain of losing family
But while I'm gone Shorty
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Fugees come to the dance tonight
Everything's gonna be alright
O everything's gonna be alright
The gun man's in the house tonight
But everything's gonna be alright

Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah

No woman no cry, no woman no cry
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say

I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown
Oba-Observing the hypocrites
As they mingled with the good people we meet
Good friends we had Oh
Good friends we've lost
Along the way hey
In this great future you can't forget your past
So dry your tears I say

And no woman no cry.
No woman no cry say say say
Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away

Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah

A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say
I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Brooklyn
Oba-Observing the crookedness
As it mingled with the good people we meet
Good friends we had, oh
Good friends we've lost along the way
In this great future you can't forget your past
So dry your tears I say
And to my peeps who passed away

No woman, no cry
No woman no cry, say say say
Hey little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry, say say say

I remember when we used to rock
In a project yard in Jersey
And little Georgie would make the firelight
As stolen cars passed through the night
And then we'd hit the corner store
For roots, paper, and brew brew
My drinks my only remedy
For pain of losing family
But while I'm gone Shorty
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Fugees come to the dance tonight
Everything's gonna be alright
O everything's gonna be alright
The gun man's in the house tonight
But everything's gonna be alright

Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah

No woman no cry, no woman no cry
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say

I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown
Oba-Observing the hypocrites
As they mingled with the good people we meet
Good friends we had Oh
Good friends we've lost
Along the way hey
In this great future you can't forget your past
So dry your tears I say

And no woman no cry.
No woman no cry say say say
Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away

Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah

Why am I trapped in a cage? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Barber can I get a fade? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
I grab the mic in a RAGE...
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me

Why am I trapped in a cage? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Barber can I get a fade? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
I grab the mic in a RAGE...
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me

Why am I trapped in a cage? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Barber can I get a fade? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
I grab the mic in a RAGE...
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me

Intro:
Heh, yeah. Aaight. Just count me up in here, aaight?
Yeah. Uhh. Uhh. Uhh.

Verse 1
First and foremost let's distinguish the boys from the men
The start to a end, a foe from a friend
Who next of kin when I bust this iron across yo' chin, nigga?
Let me extend payments due on your arrangements
Turn on the news, nigga, listen to the latest development
Extra extra, read all about it
Master Pras always Bout-It-Bout-It
Bring tears to your fears when I shout it, shout it
??? believe, though he doubt it, doubt it
Yeah, what's all the fussin' and bickerin' for
Yeah, few shots up your ass, hear from you no more
For sure you belong with an M-16
Stand in front of the door, that you just can't ignore
Go figure. Hit the floor, nigga
Random shots - run for your life, nigga
This goes for my niggas who gets no bigger
Sweat on your forehead, let's see who pull quicker

Chorus:
Yeah, murder dem. Murder dem. In a, competition me go, murder dem.
Wha' what, follow dem. Hm. Follow dem.
In this, situation me no, follow dem when me gone.
All pussi haffi run when me gun. All cowards haffi run when me gun.
No man haffi come 'cause we, murder dem. Hm. Murder dem.

Verse 2
I'm livin' on danger's ground, where the danger's mine
Hold firm, stand strong, 'bout to blow like land mine
Never mind, draw, reach for yours, I'ma go for mine
Leave you paralyzed with a broken spine
They seize and they shrine in the line of fire
Retreat, recline, from all firearm
Ring the alarm, bring the bomb squad, word to God
Got your number, nigga, watch I'll pull your cord
Pardon me, sincerely yours
Down by law, out to settle the scores
Haters shoutin', "No, he can't be no more!"
Parasite, leachin' down, rottin' to the core
Cash rule, jewels cool, drown in my whirlpool
'Scuse my rudeness, rudeboy from Providence
These fists of fear remain to be fearless
Move like flyin' ??, full automation
Pumpin' carbon monoxide through your blood circulation
Separate these facts like segregation
Trial and tribulation, high expectation
The brigade shut off, backs seen me run off
Cagein' with Nicholas, it's a face-off
What? Yeah! Hah, mmm!

Chorus

Verse 3
In case you didn't know, it's the P-are-A-S
Got strategies like playing chess
Penetrate through your flesh, yes, hit me with your best
Got issues to address, nonetheless
Checkmate, only makin' moves with my playmate
Prakazrel is Pras when it's abbreviate
My puncture is accurate, nigga you dead weight
Dislocate every bone in your body
Then sit back and evaluate
Every mental ?? process is isolate
Preception is clear with my steel, I should demonstrate
You were last seen gettin' head from a drag queen
Come clean, nigga what, with an 18
The supreme dream team, cash rule and CREAM
While your body lies up in the ???
What, yeah, wha'what, wha'what, hahh!

Chorus

Hmm. Uh huh uh huh. Refugee Camp All-Stars. Uh huh. Uh huh uh huh.
Yeah, yeah.

Chorus

Mista mista
Can I get five dollars
So I can get something to eat
HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA
You can't get no money from me
Cause everytime I give you a dollar
You go get shot up with more and more needles
And you tell me that you're drug free
Drug Free
Mista mista
I haven't ate anything for a week
Can I get a quarter?
HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA
What can a quarter get you?
Nothing motherfucka
You are just fucked up
Off them fucked up drugs
You know you need to leave alone
But you keep telling me that you're drug free
MOTHERFUCKA
You ain't drug free, you're a fiend
And everytime I try to help you
You pretend as if it's okay
Then later on in the week
You go back to shootin' needles, to sniffin'
Oh mf, but you told me you were DRUG FREE
DRUG FREE
You ain't drug free motherfucka
So you damn well, can't get no motherfuckin money from me

Mista mista
Can i get five dollars
So i can get something to eat
Hell no motherfucker
You can't get no money from me
Cause everytime i give you a dollar
You go get shot up with more and more needles
And you tell me that you're drug free
Drug free
Mista mista
I haven't ate anything for a week
Can i get a quarter
Hell no motherfucker
What can a quarter get you?
Nothing motherfucker
You are just fucked up
Off them fucked up drugs
You know you need to leave alone
But you keep telling me that you're drug free
Motherfucker
You ain't drug free,you're a fiend
And everytime I try to help you
You pretend as if it's okay
Then later on in the week
You go back to shootin'needles,to sniffin'
Oh mf,but you told me you were drug free
Drug free
You ain't drug free motherfucker
So you damn well,can't get no motherfuckin'money
From me

I woke up this morning I was feeling kind of high
It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie
Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,
Jah Rhastafari,
Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,
Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12
disciples
Give me a clue who could do this to you?
The kid on the block who makes less money than you.
Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver
All he got to do is deliver the savior
Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck
My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up
The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest
I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest
Father if possible, pass this cup before me,
But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.

You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned
I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned
And time it turned,
He tried to burn me like a perm
Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn
From um, some, dumb woman, was I,
And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.
My heart must have died a thousand deaths
Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath
Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest
Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest
Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less
when my peoples would protest,
I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex
More than just the sex
I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test
I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette
But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST

Gun-clap Shell cap,
Got them crawling on they back
Come through with the Fu
They be who the F**k is that
It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu
Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil
Lethal injection, witness protection
Refugee camp's under investigation
Gunshot bursts in all directions
For the wack MC's we read your revelations
Discharge through your pores
Get raw and kill Boors
I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour
Some manifest, with slugs in they chest
God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West

(Chorus)
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher

(*Yeah being said several times*)

(Pras)
What, Wah!
What, what, what
What, what...

Yo, yo stop holdin my things you got, not
We're hot and you're not (yeah)
We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots
Come on (big cats they eat got) this... we got, lot
(Due plan and due glock) drop dead and go Rock
(What have and what now) who niggas who run the block
Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain top
Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lot
Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids
Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight
Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it falls it out
Do like the Blazer (????) on trail Praswell, rock well
Tryin to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah!)

(Chorus)
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher

So you wanna be a player?
We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe
Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more
Like the same thing said Eat your hoe
Like Jane without your name, bring cause the name is nice
And the fame going in tight, I get hit from Frigga
Love Terega, good type of trickin ass nigga, got a name with price
And the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown
The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone)
This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn)
Now bag to home towards Texas, (bought a new Lexus)
And it goes Shane Green, can't be a nigga whole scene with the walkin cream
(Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin team, most illin team
It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen makin that cream, checkin that cream
Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so gotta do with Charlie's angel
Cause ya down with me this man ain't... with those, a pose yes's take no's
Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate cause the... shows
Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the Tech here, don't... knows
Got something y'all tryin to see six of those
Y'all really see women I'm sick of...

(Pras)
What, Wah!
What, Wah!

Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now heat it up
You niggaz get stuck for your dough and grips
See Mister don't care who you go against
Cause half of them niggas you rollin with they hear my name and call it quits
Had them niggas wanderin if I'm gonna come with the guns again
See ammo die with A&M with game on lock at seven and
Made them stop there rappin when which you show this clappin end

Hoes wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well
Back and against got clientele why you studio gangster's lyin well
Mad we be, E&T, MTV you endin me
Peter stand back cause they're love to hate y'all
Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more totin by the vapors
I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em, pull em how it's done
... with the Camp, we number one, what, what, what

(Chorus)
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher

Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was sleppin, creepin, twelve o' peepin
Leapin, Quantum, usual like my ton of money can be where I'm from
ET bon, number one, come along, pass it on, Brooklyn
True rappers and is why you front on finders
No one is see why they feel so free yo Refugee can on
Her life or knots, more cuffs than crooked cops
I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with, then go again
I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate a part...
Listen, test your full clip don't like getting...
We on top you ride in the pit, money to make, titles to take
Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh!

(Chorus)
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher

Yo check it out. This is the boy Wyclef from Tranzlators, I'm coming from the
Booga Basement with a roots drink in my hands. So put the Rotts tonics in the
air, yeah cause I'm-a start this one off like THIS. Cause niggaz are living
like there ain't no tomorrow. I nuked this on the S900 cause I couldn't fford
a 1100. I'm-a start this one a little something like this. Here we go.
Hey yo people you're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You get caught in the terra asside em and ga morro
Father, forgeive him for he know not what he done
When the bum search for drums, the son search for condoms
He seek no, with his ring but with his head
That leave many dead in hospital beds; now you and death are newlyweds
So before I enter the tunnel I step back and shake it
Is it world the death or better life in a casket
Destuction of the flesh, new reporter wasn't coming
The devil cursed him cause he couldn't follow 10 commandments

Hook
Living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You open up your eyes and them was ga marrow. WOO!
Living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
Open up your eyes.

I called up the VP, she told me she was busy watching TV with Roxy
I told her I was coming, she said that ain't necessary
three's a crowd, so what's the philosophy?
Another girl trying to take my girl away from me, easy
Fuck the door, I jumped through the window
SOMEWHERE over the rainbow
Paranable and the bitch still in my home
Stick stick in your socket, I sacrifice you like a live rabbit
Fatal attraction the coffin's the cabinet
Cause in the 90's girls got dicks
So keep the light on and make sure that the chick don't that back
She said that she did it with some girl named Lisa
I said what's the boot yo, she pulled the camcorder
Bust it, so what's the charge, you called me a womanizor?
I tried to say sorrym she said say sorry for Taquisha.
Chairs come flying my way like balls at basketball practice.
Call the priest cause she's turning to the exorcist
She kicked me out cause she was paying for the apartment
That's real, you got no girl, if you got no money to spend
But she had loved me for my mind and my poetic skills
But bow i'm checking magazings and getting cheap thrills
Asking myself when will it end?
Cause when it came to sex, my hand was my best friends

Hook (Replace you're with I'm and me)

I had a cousin like a brother
He tried to play me undercover
He said I didn't bang her
But the girl was his secret lover
But I played stupid like my brain had no minerals
It's so hard to say good-bye we singing at the funeral
Girls smash it up easy, when they know they got the bugsy
He used to sleep alone, but now he's riding Mrs. Daisy
You say all my business my life's my life my knife's my knife
So I be the lion that guards the trife
But at the party, I still move my waistline
A girl approached me and asked me for the time
I said; no disrespect, but check the watch on your wrist
And if you're looking for a hit check Charles Bronson from Death Wish
Then All of a sudden her man pushed me from the back
I turned out real cool- I said why did you do that?
The name is Clef, Clef bon
Then mark my word that I'm-a break your fucking arm
Unless you apologize and pick on someone your size
Not too cookoo-hit you-but the 4 to the 5
Point it to your nose
Now your blood turns to snow.

Hook
Yeah, word is born

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him and lip sing for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
(one time, one time)
singing my life with his words,
(two time, two time)
killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
telling my whole life with his words,
killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
(one time, one time)
singing my life with his words,
(two time, two time)
killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
telling my whole life with his words,
killing me softly with his song

(instramental interlude)

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
(yes he was)
singing my life with his words,
killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
telling my whole life with his words,
killing me softly with his song

strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style and so I came to see him listen for a while and there he was this young boy a stranger to my eyes strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever in there is yital crowd I felt he found my letters read each one out loud afraid that he would finish but he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killng me softly with his song he sand as if he knew me in all my dark despair and then he looked right through me if I wasn't there and he just kept on singing singing clear and strong strumming my pain with his fingers singing my life with his words killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killng me softly with his song strumming my pain yeah my life killing me softly with his song killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song telling my whole life with his words killing me softly with his song strumming my pain yeah my life killing me softly with his song killing me softly

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song

I heard he had a style

And so I came to see him

To listen for a while

And there he was this young boy

A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever

Embraced by the crowd

I felt he found my letters

And read each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me

In all my dark despair

And then he looked right through me

As if I wasn′′t there

But he was there this stranger

Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song

I heard he had a style

And so I came to see him

To listen for a while

And there he was this young boy

A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever

Embraced by the crowd

I felt he found my letters

And read each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me

In all my dark despair

And then he looked right through me

As if I wasn′′t there

But he was there this stranger

Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song

I heard he had a style

And so I came to see him

To listen for a while

And there he was this young boy

A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever

Embraced by the crowd

I felt he found my letters

And read each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me

In all my dark despair

And then he looked right through me

As if I wasn′′t there

But he was there this stranger

Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

THE YEAR
Two-thousand and seventeen master!
THE MAN
Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized
THE MISSION
To carry out the word of the shephard into this cold world
that just keeps folding
THE GROUP
I don't know...
WHO IS THE GROUP
Tran...Tranzlators!!What can make a mighty man run?
Make him drop his pride and hide?
Too black, too strong... WRONG
Spook Sambo Nigga Jane
You ain't so bad, nor big
White sheets make you sad
Fraid you're gonna hang, ahhh
Now THAT'S a black thang
Boy, you scared of me
BOO! See
Hide nigga hide, flee nigga flee run nigga run
If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun
My rope
And it's a long one

If you're searchin for a destiny that's fine
There's another place another time
Touchin many hearts along the way yeah
Hopin that i'll never have to say
Boy i love you but i gotta let you go

Everyday in my mind is confusion
Thoughts of you brings illusions
Trapped in a world only you get in
My mind's playin tricks on me again

Follow your emotions everywhere
If there's really magic in the air
Never let your feelings let you down
Open up your eyes and look around
Boy i love you but i gotta let you go

Everyday in my mind is confusion
Thoughts of you brings illusions
Trapped in a world only you get in
My mind's playin tricks on me again
(2 X'S)

Can it be a picture in my mind
Never sure exactly what i find
Only in my dreams i turned you on
Here for just a moment, then you're gone
Boy i love you but i gotta let you go

Everyday in my mind is confusion
Thoughts of you brings illusions
Trapped in a world only you get in
My mind's playin tricks on my again

I don't write love songs
Leave it up to luther vandross
How i chose to live
You don't wanna know the coarse
I pay to be the boss
It be straight from the source
Fortune 500 is how I like it
Hot side cornish style
Joyride blowin candles in the wind
Like princess di
Lookin at me
Mom tell me how you really like it
If we could fly high
I'd be your co-pilot

Hey you back to the girl
With all the razamatazz
Look at you talkin all that jazz
Boy i love you but i gotta let you go
I know you want me
But you play me like the lotto
Cruisin amusin so there won't be no friction
I gotta leave i can't be in this illusion

Everyday in my mind is confusion
Thoughts of you brings illusions
Trapped in a world only you get in
My mind's playin tricks on me again

Went from a dream
To the young supreme

If you're searchin' for a destiny that's fine
There's another place another time
Touching many hearts along the way
Hoping that I'll never have to say
Boy I love you but I gotta' let you go

[Chorus: x2]
Everyday in my mind is confusion
Thoughts of you brings illusions
Trapped in a whirlwind
Only you get in
My mind's playin' tricks on me again

Follow your emotions everywhere
If there's really magic in the air
Never let your feelings let you down
Open up your eyes and look around
Boy I love you but I gotta' let you go

[Chorus]

Can it be a picture in my mind
Never sure exactly what I find
Only in my dreams I turn you on
For only a moment then you're gone
Boy I love you but I gotta' let you go

[Chorus]

I don't write love songs
Leave it up to Luther Vandross
How I choose to live
You don't want to' know the cost
I pay to be the boss
Comin' straight from the source
Fortune five hundred
That's how I like to boss
Hot side Cornish style
Joyride blowin' Candles in the Wind
Like Princess Di
Lookin' at me
Mom tell me how you really like it
If we could fly high
I'd be your co-pilot

Hey yo back to the girl
With all the razamatazz

I love you shorty
Look at you talkin' all that jazz
Boy I love you but I gotta' let you go
I know you want me
But you play me like the lotto'
Cruisin' amusin' so there won't be no friction
I gotta' leave I can't be in this illusion

[Chorus]

Pick up your microphones
Pick up your microphones

*How many mics do we rip on the daily
Say, me say many money say me say many many many
How many mics do we rip on the daily
Many money say me say many many many

I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons
Season change mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange
I'm tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that
Got your whole block saying true dat
If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular
Soldier soul for some secular muzac that's whack
Plus you use that, loop, over and over
Claiming that you got a new style, your atempts are futile, oooh child
Your puerile, brain waves are sterile
You can't create you just wait to take, my take
Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones
From here to Dallas go ask Alice if you don't believe me
I get innovisions like Stevie
See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be
Indeed we like Kalid Mohammed MC's make me vomit
I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal
Au contraire mon frere, don't you even go there
Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back
Like some ganja and palequo or ColecoVision
My minds make incisions in your anatomy
And I back this with Deuteronomy or Leviticus
God made this word, you can't get with this
Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphillis, yeah

*Repeat (x2)

I used to be underrated, now I take iron, makes my shit constipated
I'm more concentrated, so on my day off with David Sanonburg I play
golf
Run through Crown Heights screaming out "Mazeltoff!"
Problem with noman before black I'm first hu-man
Appetite to write, like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand
Street pressure, word to papa I ain't going under
One day I have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola
Mama always told me, "Your one in a million,
Always watch our back, never tango with haitian-sicilians"
Now I got a record deal, how does it feel?
I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal
Cause the whole worlds' out a order
So at night the feins dance on grease with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he caught blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness stout
Brother, brother can't you get this through your head
It's a setup by the feds, their scoping us with their infrareds

*Repeat (x2)

Too many MC's not enough mikes, exit your show like I exit the
turnpike
Dice and dynomite like Dolomite, double do's been like I don't Dick
Van Dyke
Starlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night
Like my man Wyclef-"I wear my sunglasses at night"
And my ponage with martial encourage
Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage
And when the cops come lookin, I be bookin to Brooklyn
Beat the trails broken flipping tokens to Hoboken
A clean Getaway like Alec Baldwin
Driving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman

*Repeat (x2)

Many, many money many many many
Many, many money, ha, ha, ha

Man man
look up at the sky
All the stars
man the stars is
beautiful tonight
Look at em
Ghetto superstar
that is what you are
Comin from afar
reachin for the stars
Run away with me
to another place
We can rely on each other
From one corner to another
Uh yeah yo yo
Some got hopes and dreams
we got ways and means
The surpreme dream team
always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to sellin raps
name your theme
My rise to the top
floatin on this cream
Who the hell wanna stop me
I hated those who doubt me
A million ReFugees with
unlimited warranties
Black Ceasar
dating top skeezers
Diplomatic legalese
no time for a Visa
They just begun
I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me
somethin like a pentagon
Strike with the forces of
King Solomon
Lettin bygones be bygones
and so on and so on
I'ma teach this cat
how to live in the ghetto
Keepin it retro spective
from the get go
Lay low
let my mind shine
like a halo
Politic with ghetto
senators on the deelow
Ghetto superstar
that is what you are
Comin from afar
reachin for the stars
Run away with me
to another place
We can rely on each other
From one corner to another
One two and you don't
stop yo
My eyes is sore
bein a senator
Behind closed doors
hittin truth to the
seafloor
The rich go North ignore
the tug of war
While the kids are poor
open new and better
drug stores
So I became hardcore
couldn't take it no more
I'ma reveal EVERYTHING
change the law
I find myself
walkin the streets
Tryin to find what's really
goin on in the streets
Now every dog got his day
needless to say
When the chief away
that's when them cats want
to play
I told you
mess around you fools
like Cassius Clay
Stretch my heater make you
do a pas de bourree
Kick your balls like Pele
pick em doin ballet
Peak like Dante
broader than Broadway
Get applause like a matador
cry yellin Ole
Who the hell wanna save me
from B K to Cali
Ghetto superstar
that is what you are
Comin from afar
reachin for the stars
Run away with me
to another place
We can rely on each other
From one corner to another
Just when you thought
it was safe in a
common place
Showcase your finest is
losin fast in the horse race
Two faced gettin defaced
out like Scarface
Throw your roll money
let me put on my screwface
Well I'm paranoid at the
things I said
Wonderin what's the
penalty from day to day
I'm hangin out
partyin with girls
that never die
you see I was
pickin on the small fries
my campaign tellin lies
Was just spreadin my love
didn't know my love
was the one holdin the
gun and the glove
But it's all good
as long as it's understood
It's all together now
in the hood
Ghetto superstar
that is what you are
Comin from afar
reachin for the stars
Run away with me
to another place
We can rely on each other
From one corner to another
All Stars
Ghetto superstar
that is what you are
Comin from afar
reachin for the stars
Run away with me
to another place
We can rely on each other
From one corner to another

f/ Most Wanted, The Product G&B

(Chorus)

This goes out to all of y'all females and males

Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on

(A-get your groove on)

Come and get your groove on

(A-get your groove on)

(Pras)

Refugee Camp, uh-huh

Navy Seals, All-stars, come on, come on, come on

(Pras)

Yo, yo, yo, so you wanna be startin somethin

Not for nothin, but yo, Pras is only good for, steady pumpin

I go bust I'm inflammable yeah, you disgust me

Your flow is horrible, see your man gotta carry you

Hyper water balls say no more your words are too cheap

Too affordable, you incapable of runnin your label

Goin against my crew is very irrational, improbable

unthinkable, yeah quite impossible

So what's your motive, tell me, what's your agenda?

Try to slide under my name is all proper beginner

Tackle the crime, run out of time, in the wrong state of the mind

Is a sign of the time, you was quick like Cower Marie

Type a kid, slowly for what, his birth

I'll drink you like a bloody Mary

Why try, you die, black eye, you rough guys
Try to light my fire you get burnt with smoke eyes

(Chorus)

This goes out to all of y'all females and males

Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on

(Get your groove on)

Come and get your groove on
(Get your groove on)

And tell my people that's rowdy bout it

In the click about it, about it

Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on

(Get your thug on)

Come on and get your thug on (come on, come on, come on)

Everybody come on

Where you been, on tour, niggas get no dumber

It's scary; I know exactly what you did last summer

nothin, chilled low (low), do you feel dough? (dough)

I mean that real dough (dough) bitches still real slow (slow)

You got show dough, go in, split that

We'll be gone till November, when y'all niggas get back

Ah, did y'all ever go, ever flow, guess we'll never know

A lot of cats talk about it, hoes screamin, whether shows

Yo it's crunch time, ya want mine, you hardly know me

But when we blow, you'll catch them off guard like Kobe

Lauryn, we know Tone, with the camper would not
Now we did star as Rodies, point shamper would not

I'm not Puff, but I can stop, best you know

Test the flow don't do it, be the next to blow

Nigga check your? seen my style is fly

Better get her, I'm on point like, Alan Nigh

(Chorus)

This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on

(Get your groove on)
Come and get your groove on

(Get your groove on)
And tell my people that's rowdy bout it

In the click about it, about it

Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
Come on and get your thug on



(Come on, come on, come on)

Everybody come on

See cats real clever like me bringin the strong

Had a deal for a year, can't write one song

Been side too long, your advance picked up
I'm like Kane in 88, I'ma tear sh? up

Spitter, six flows average dudes can't stand me

I'm nice and ease state, bringin heat like Miami

You never got to let me flow I still kick it
Never got to light my six, I still whip it

Tell your chick not to see me no more, I still hit it

She tossed and committed, player the shot did it

And Mr. Dibbs in it, then leave it alone

Watch me floss all night, no, get your own, what

(Chorus)

This goes out to all of y'all females and males

Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on

(Get your groove on)

Come and get your groove on
(Get your groove on)

And tell my people that's rowdy bout it

In the click about it, about it

Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on

(Get your thug on)

Come on and get your thug on

Everybody come on

(Pras)

Yo, yo, yo a lot of people thought I left welcome me back like Carter

Play these cats with a vengeance watch them die harder

You play your sound; we'll play our? louder

And stop askin me who the hell the baby's father

Dirty cash countin, my crew never loosin

Shorty on standby, chief four, jet fuelin

Who is to say (say), how many AK's (K)

Spread your way, what price you wanna pay?

Prices cut, iced seeds, sprinkle on my Rolo

Triple threat trio, you take us in the Limo, dig
I'm the safest ride I hear, next to the Volvo

Six double-o while you lacin a Pinto
No one isn't safe, many had, carry ways

I'm fully irate, most ghettos don't want to gate

We play Grammy's you play Ricki Lake

Baptizin sinners at the Salt Lake City baby

(Chorus)
This goes out to all of y'all females and males

Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on

(Get your groove on)

Come and get your groove on

(Get your groove on)

And tell my people that's rowdy bout it

In the click about it, about it

Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
(Get your thug on)

Come on and get your thug on (get your thug on)

Everybody come on

(Pras)

Uh, yeah, come on, stop it, stop it

This goes out to all of y'all females and males

Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on

(Pras)

To all-them niggas locked down

All them real niggas nahmean?

We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one
Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang,
Listen Mrs. Tin Can
I'm your candy handy man
Me without you is like American without the Band Stand
Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,
All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow
Damn, another hero wannabe
Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude,
My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
Doo doo comes out your anal
Just because your buff, don't play tuff
Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.

Ooooh La La La,
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing

I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La
Bust when we rush,
Through you must, know ruckus
Crew got G's like the refu's
So F who
Ever want to test
Bring me stress,
West coast back to east,
Grab my toast when I reach
Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban,
Sippin' Bourbon, surviving
We real to keep the word when
A boy want fa testthis set
Then you get wet-up
Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet

Fake bullets can't scar me
I can smell the weak out like safari
Play you out like Atari
Sacrifice you Hari Kari
And I'm sorry,
To every single rapper, Dick and Harry
Saying they want to spar me
Cause how thick my repertoire
And my memoir be
Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of
Rhastafari.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and

*Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing

I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies
Flea to sea, Ship my keys
On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas
(They keep telling me this and telling me that)
They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
But what they lack is the facts about my stats
My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack

Ayo, What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon,
Trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion. x2

*Repeat

We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one,
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned.
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn.
Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm.
Damn, Another dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade.
That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own
families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion.

*Oooh La La La,
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La,
It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah,
Sweeeeet Thing

Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon,
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's.
See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees.
Hey Hey Hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Say say say
Like Paul McCartney, not hardly,
ODD-ly enough
I can see right through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High",
Cried when Cochise died.
I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes,
Don't remove my Polos on the first episode.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when
I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La.

*Repeat

I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories,
Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees,
Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me.
From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like,
Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon,
lyrics fast like Ramadan.

What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion. x2

*Repeat (x2)

We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one
Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang,
Listen Mrs. Tin Can
I'm your candy handy man
Me without you is like American without the Band Stand
Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,
All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow
Damn, another hero wannabe
Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude,
My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
Doo doo comes out your anal
Just because your buff, don't play tuff
Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.

Ooooh La La La,
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing

I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La
Bust when we rush,
Through you must, know ruckus
Crew got G's like the refu's
So F who
Ever want to test
Bring me stress,
West coast back to east,
Grab my toast when I reach
Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban,
Sippin' Bourbon, surviving
We real to keep the word when
A boy want fa testthis set
Then you get wet-up
Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet

Fake bullets can't scar me
I can smell the weak out like safari
Play you out like Atari
Sacrifice you Hari Kari
And I'm sorry,
To every single rapper, Dick and Harry
Saying they want to spar me
Cause how thick my repertoire
And my memoir be
Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of
Rhastafari.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and

*Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing

I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies
Flea to sea, Ship my keys
On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas
(They keep telling me this and telling me that)
They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
But what they lack is the facts about my stats
My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack

Ayo, What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon,
Trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion. x2

*Repeat (x2)

[CLEF]
We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one
Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichiban,
I'm your candy handy man
Me without you is like American without the Band Stand
Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,
All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow
Damn, another hero wannabe
Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude,
My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
Doo doo comes out your anal
Just because your buff, don't play tuff
Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.

[LAURYN]:CHORUS
Ooooh La La La,
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It's the natural light that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing

[FORTE]
I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La
Bust when we rush,
Through you must, know ruckus
Crew got G's like the refu's
So F who
Ever want to test
Bring me stress,
West coast back to east,
Grab my toast when I reach
Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban,
Sippin' Bourbon, surviving
We real to keep the word when
A boy want fa testthis set
Then you get wet-up
Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet

[LAURYN]
Fake bullets can't scar me
I can smell the weak out like safari
Play you out like Atari
Sacrifice you Hari Kari
And I'm sorry,
To every single rapper, Dick and Harry
Saying they want to spar me
Cause how thick my repertoire
And my memoir be
Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of
Rhastafari.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and

[LAURYN]:CHORUS
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing

[PRAZ]
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies
Flea to sea, Ship my keys
On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas
(They keep telling me this and telling me that)
They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
But what they lack is the facts about my stats
My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack

[CLEF] 2X
Ayo, What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon,
Trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion.