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Uh huh, uh huh Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know Uh huh, uh huh What up Uh huh, uh huh Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there Yo, yo, yo HOOK: All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini, It aint all about the money* [Verse 1] When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola Loud MCs, feel the silencer Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" [AHHH!] Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes See, y'all aint MCs, you a CM Common Motherfucker rhymin about Lexus and Benz The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full Force Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs Grandma yell, CD player number two Shadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo" HOOK [Verse 2] We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat? Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy You know who you are, eight bar superstar Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef" Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest Yeah you could fight, in the WWF Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers Oh Lord, protect me from the devil They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits Some MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above ground Counting English pounds I tell ya what, success don't come overnight I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice That's when I daydream into the twilight Girls wit they man, screamin "I hate life" Baby girl look in the opposite direction Cuz my class is the *Misedu...* HOOK |
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[Wyclef Jean]
Yo I'm happy to be in the South to set off my tour in the countryside But who better to set it off for me than this man right here [Kenny Rogers] Yo this Kenny Rogers chillin on the country side with men like Wyclef (uh-huh) Jerry Wonder (uh-huh) Big Jack (mm-hmm) Big Beast (mm-hmm) And we gon' do something like this for you You got to know when to hold 'em (YEAH, YEAH!) Know when to fold 'em (DJ's, DJ's!) Know when to walk away (HIP-HOP, HIP-HOP!) Know when to run.. (YEAH, YEAH!) You got to count your dub-plates (GHETTO, GHETTO, GHETTO) before you touch the turntables (ALL HOODS!) Cause if you run out of big tunes that means your sound is done (Y'ALL READY?) Chorus: Kenny Rogers You got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys) Know when to walk away Know when to run.. (hey, hey, hey, hey..) You got to count your dub-plates before you touch the turntables (DJ's) Cause if you run out of big tunes that means your sound is done [Pharoahe Monch] Get the hell up! 'Clef said, get the hell up! Now throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!) Brooklyn in the back shootin craps y'all whassup? Ladies; lookin hot and pretty Doin your thing in the club high saditty WORLDWIDE - the gritty committee pity the fool that act {shitty} in the midst of the calm, the witty (You got to know when to hold 'em..) Y'all know the name! Same assassin from before, but the beat just changed a little Riddle me this though who flip flows that got women in they thongs gettin on but not Sisqo Select your squad team and your itch Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me Easily defeat measley MC's and tease you Ease back squeeze two in your wig and breeze through Chorus [Wyclef Jean] C'mon, c'mon (Get the hell up!) Soundbwoys ('Clef said, get the hell up!) (Now throw your hands in the sky) Yo This combination gon' bust from Brooklyn to Shanghai Feel the boogie boogie Henny got me tipsy tipsy Kenny Rogers and Pharoahe Monch? No way, this can't be 48 tracks, country meets rap Put this on full blast, I'm about to break all formats My destiny is to lead while y'all follow This is +Showtime+ and I'm +Live at the Apollo+ Chorus Two: Kenny Rogers + Wyclef You got to know when to hold 'em (soundbwoys) Know when to fold 'em (emcees) Know when to walk away (yeah, yeah, yeah..) Know when to run You got to count your dub-plates before you touch the turntables (DJ's) Cause if you run out of big tunes that means your sound is done Chorus |
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Refugees yo.. all you say
[Wyclef Jean] Dirty Dirty Dirty South I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. Sold my first A-K I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play (New York city y'all) Police are at the door the Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface He woke up in a cardboard box with no space with Thug Angels singin, sayin [background harmonizing - repeat 2X] {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh- -uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..} [Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing) So you wanna be a thug? To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs? To all my thugs in Memphis, you want the cars in the videos? To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes [Wyclef Jean] I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that "Sound of Da Police", should I pull over? He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December Now let me ask the truth or somethin - should I slow down and be a good camper? I heard a young thug scream, "It depends what you got in the beamer!!" Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco and get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail but you told me that crime pay [Wyclef Jean] The Dirty Dirty Dirty South I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. Sold my first A-K I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play (Hey) Police are at the door the Magnum was by the ashtray (New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface He woke up in a cardboard box with no space with Thug Angels singin, sayin [background harmonizing - repeat 2X] {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh- -uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..} [Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing) So you wanna be a thug? My thugs in Chicago, you wan' push drugs? My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos? To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami [Wyclef Jean] So you a killer, how many people did you kill? You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a? For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker [Wyclef Jean] At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. Sold my first A-K I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play (New York City y'all) Police are at the door the Magnum was by the ashtray (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface He woke up in a cardboard box with no space with Thug Angels singin, sayin [background harmonizing - repeat 4X] {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh- -uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..} [Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing) So you wanna be a thug? To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs? To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos? To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina Let me tell you how it really goes So you wanna be a thug? To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs? To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos? Thug Angels in the Birmingham Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go! [Wyclef - with voice box effect] Watch out, for the beasts Watch out, if you got a seed homie cause you don't want your kids growin up thinkin they never had no daddy Big Pun, rest in peace forever Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH Slang Tom, rest in peace Police is in the news, watch yourself Y'all saw what they did to Diallo [some man complaining] Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911! [Wyclef Jean] You gon' do WHAT? WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin WAIT! Eastern Parkway [Haitian singing to end] |
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| 3:58 |
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[The Rock]
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cooking [Wyclef Jean](The Rock) Yo this is strictly a club record Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold When the LFEX was spinning at the Red Zone Putting it down And the tired bouncers would not let me in Know what I'm saying? Yo, yo, yo, yo I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies (It doesn't matter) I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees (It doesn't matter) I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio (It doesn't matter) Cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring Come up in the hood and take everything you're wearing Back in the days it was all about the clubs And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love The girls, they wouldn't say HEY! Unless you bought 慹m champagne like it was their birthday Me I used to hustle my way in I'm on the guest list plus five! Who's performing tonight? He said Shabba Mister Lover that be needy and selective (Someone jump the Rock's up in here) Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear Light up like Vegas when its time to gamble Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles But I'm not honey But I could be your Paul McCartney An ebony or ivory into my Jacuzzi Foundation like Cool Hirth as DJ Red Alert go bizzerk The needle ain't skip the record jerked Cause y'all jumpin' too hard (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) [Wyclef](The Rock) I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies (It doesn't matter) I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees (It doesn't matter) What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio (It doesn't matter) Yo cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring Come up in the hood and take everything you're wearing Yo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley (It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley) [Wyclef](Melky Sedeck) How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue And you always got an Uncle Juan that wanna show you How all the dances go And they start it off like this Electric side on the dance floor Freaky-deaky like Studio 54 GIRLS!! Until the IRS raids it Drug money get converted into music The dope man becomes an entertainer Leave that crack alone! I told the customers I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend You want a hit? Give me a guitar and a drum machine And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk Excuse me I gotta cough Girl you in so much ice you could freeze New York You're man must really love you What does he do for a living? (He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week) That's when she said a little too much conversation I think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation So I proceeded with the compensation, I said Can I offer you a glass of Merrill Mrs. No Name? (Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica) She had the ass the size of South America She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera Way before Ricky Martin started Livin' La Vida Loca What hood you come from? I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem The New Jerusalem yeah that's short for New Jersey Checked my watch it was a quarter to three Slid to her crib when we opened the door Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44 [Wyclef](The Rock) Now what it look like, it ain't really that (It doesn't matter) So he cocked the gat at my top hat (It doesn't matter) Are you crazy? You was married! (It doesn't matter) Cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring Come up in your hood and take everything you're wearing Yeah that's when shorty walked up to her man And she said I gotta go I can't be here no more And she said this [Melky Sedeck] Take me home, to the place I belong at the Refugee Camp And the Booga basement That's where I live, oh Come on Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records (It doesn't matter how many records you've sold) Alright I'm with, yo check it out You wanna go get diamond rings (It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not) Man listen, listen I just got two new Grammy's man (It doesn't matter about your Grammy's) It doesn't matter |
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Intro:
Y'all know y'all done messed up now right? Mmmm mmmm, fo' real [opera singing] You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing All y'all beats is soundin the same, y'all rhymin the same Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry And y'all doin the same videos Shut up, you know you messed up right? That's why they brought me back in this game To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this Lemme tell you somethin, [what, what] The real killers, they're standin right over there Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy in the front yo, they comin yo I could never forget the underground hip hop I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin? Yo HOOK: Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin Kick a little somethin for the New Jerusalem Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin Kick a little somethin for the street DJs Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from [Verse 1] Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years New York, on my way to Kennedy airport L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse What? MCs, y'all aint nothing but assassins Every two lines is killin, or incarceration Murderation, closed casket cremation Closest you got to prison was seein barson television But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num All of that, to get your attention Here's a few things I been dyin to mention Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel Any more beats soundin the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell Listen, reminiscing on Nas, *It Aint Hard To Tell* Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob Talk about the Fugees, I'ma break up the make up Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z HOOK [variations] Kick a little something for the projects Clef Kick a little something for the hip hop fans [Verse 2] Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books Watch what you cook cuz you might get hooked Man... I miss real MCs Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti Before the plane, I used to take the train Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine Able's on the roof, cook like a goose To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back Two choices, sell rap or sell crack Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin crack Cuz the music industry is the same street format I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival But yet y'all still wanted more Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape [beatbox] HOOK [variations] Kick a little something for the brothers up north |
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| 4:27 |
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Yo 1, 2, 1, 2 The Clef is back with some adjustments Refugee camp [Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!] Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin in the car HOOK: WooWooWooWooWoo Keys they goin in the trunk WooWooWooWooWoo Fiends they don't give a uh [Marie Antoinette] And Flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this You still gon be found in a ditch My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks I'm a fiend for the S-500 I want it Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop Chick like me be chasin after cops And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason Time and treatin, Air Force One we leavin Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom My man Johnny Handsome, itchin to cancel 'em I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to buisness We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel [Supreme C] Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga Since back in the days, before he was raised Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart My art sharp, shoot your posse apart Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun Son by son, done by done Whoever come murder fest, one of the best I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you Why try to hide from accomplice vibe Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds Gamble and scramble, F what your man do It's all about this husltin game, muscle and fame Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable And I stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you HOOK [Hope] I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm Pushing figures way to the back Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal Attract Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades I'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman You say you want it, you don't wanna see the omen When my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy water I don't wanna die cuz I'm my daddy's only daughter But yo, sometimes I see the writin on the wall You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all About the night shifters, me, I'ma cypher drifter My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes HOOK 2X [Wyclef] October 31st I was standing by the sour These thugs don't wanna talk they want these Pumas I just bought Fresh outta school, picked on cuz I'm bilingual I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal Ran in the grocery store, spoke to Gabriel He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from Israel Ran back outside, just before I could say... another homicide Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like Jesse Owens Police showed up, but I was nowhere in existence Back in the crib thinkin bout what I just did I'ma police of defense but I'm bound to catch this bid My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie Like a super in the projects wantin rent money Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape Bodies found in Virginia under the dumpsters, no 18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto' Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper And everytime I wave and spit the crowd jump Cuz I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump" Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks I aint even *Kriss Kross* my clothes yet And yet y'all wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump" You in Da Cypha HOOK OUTRO: Stay in the house when you hear WooWooWooWooWoo It means the murder's outside you hear WooWooWooWooWoo Where the real killers at you hear WooWooWooWooWoo Honey who chill with the gats you hear WooWooWooWooWoo Yo don't talk crap man WooWooWooWooWoo Just cuz your girl's wit you man WooWooWooWooWoo Cuz both o y'all gon go man WooWooWooWooWoo To a place where no man knows man WooWooWooWooWoo Femme fatale, Hope WooWooWooWooWoo Supreme C, kinda dope WooWooWooWooWoo Marie Antoinette in the back with the techs WooWooWooWooWoo Y'all know the flavor Refugee Camp... WooWooWooWooWoo... |
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| 4:56 |
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To my people doing time
To my people rest in peace (y'all ready for the refugee camp?) Introducing Earth, Wind & Fire Yah yah yah Come on come on come on No money in my pocket Gotta get a no limit So I became America's most wanted All I ever wanted was a fancy car A crib for my mom and a mastercard Baby you know it's in Hollywood New cop flicks with Clint Eastwood Went from a teen to a young adult No excuses aint't my fault Runaway We living like runaways Wake up Stretching in the morning Trying to make it through the day Brush my teeth Hit the streets Where there's heat We afford to beef Hoping one day We don't have to run away (Gotta Escape) I didn't want to runaway But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away) We didn't want to runaway But we had to get away yo (gotta get away) I didn't want to leave astray But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away) I didn't want to go away But I had to go away yo Yo G&B where you at? Momma came home from a hard days work At day time a maid at night time a nurse Work so hard to make sure we survived Living a ghetto paradise Sometimes I wake up screaming in the middle of the night Hoping that darkness brings me light Praying for that better day where we won't have to runaway Runaway We living like runaways Wake up Stretching in the morning Trying to make it through the day Brush my teeth Hit the streets Where there's heat We afford to beef Hoping one day We don't have to run away I didn't want to runaway But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away) We didn't want to runaway But we had to get away yo (gotta get away) I didn't want to leave astray But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away) I didn't want to go away But I had to go away yo Ladies and gentleman Earth, Wind & Fire [Earth, Wind & Fire] Ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo (da da da da da da ) (Feeling melly y'all) Ba dow bo Ba dow bo (More peace y'all) Ba dow bo Baw dow bo Ba dow bo Baw dow bo Bow da da da da Runaway We living like runaways Wake up Stretching in the morning Trying to make it through the day Brush my teeth Hit the streets Where there's heat We afford to beef Hoping one day We don't have to run away I didn't want to runaway But I had to get a way yo (gotta get away) We didn't want to runaway But we had to get away yo (gotta get away) I didn't want to leave astray But sometimes I gotta get away yo (gotta get away) I didn't want to go away But I had to go away yo Yo y'all gonna make me do it I don't want to do it but here we go [Earth, Wind & Fire] ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya ba da ba ba ba (Ain't no samples this is original baby) ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya (Put em up y'all) ba da ba ba ba (Refugees) Ba da ba ba ba ba ba Ba da ba ba ba ba ba da Ba da ba ba ba ba ba (I want to see everybody's hand in the air right now) y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya y ya (recognize the legends up in here) Uh! |
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| 0:40 |
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Intro
Yeh, ohh! Check me out, look It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?) And last album, they don't like me to tell this Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!) That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies So they can lock us up one at a time But true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our lines And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop I'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top! Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCK So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals And HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his deal I'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACK And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom Though I make big money, still handle small problems The ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHIT I'm the best and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT! |
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| 10. |
| 4:10 |
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(This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous For every Go-Go Bar I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex I be seeing y'all up in there late at night I understand when your girl is stressing you out (Crazy girls) Know what I'm saying? Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin' Turn up my symphony, man. Turn up my symphony! Drop a BEAT!) *Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no bones in your body and you was made to be a celebrity Twenty grand, know it's a sin, but before me you show me a little more skin it would fulfill my fantasy Thirty grand, to the highest bidder but Chris Rock said, 'There's no sex in the champaigne room' Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw tears falling down, type of tears that money couldn't buy *Repeat Excuse me, what is your name? Uh, my name is Hope, yo I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses Have you any idea how hard this is? I could flex in 25 positions But I only work here to pay my tuition Yo, tantalizing teaser Table-top pleaser Give me what I need a Mastercard a Visa Lap dance fantasy Picture us on and on white canopy Wyclef extended his hand to me Like Billy D. said he's feelin me Take me away from here, so far Where they ride horses, no cars No more stripping in bars Me and you 'Clef, against the odds *Repeat (Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls fronting like the budweiser commercial Talking bout, 'IIIIIII, I don't be going to the strip joints' You lying man! You'd be surprised who you see up in there man. I got one question for you liars, man) Shot callers, Wasn't you a preacher? You calling her a hooker? He without sin cast the first stone. I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card And told me if I ever have problems, Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah *Repeat Call up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper yo! (Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.) |
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| 4:20 |
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[Intro]
Let um feel the beat first I'm bout to come through your stereo Should I rhyme or start with the hook? Start with the hook To my people who don't wanna go to work Thank God it's Friday Cover me she bout to put up her skirt Thank God it's Friday Do Your mom now you act so berserk Thank God it's Friday What's the track, what's the track girl? She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday (I wanna thank my hood) [Verse 1] For makin me a star before I had fast cars And couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar Before the fame Way before things changed All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name I used to work at the fast food restaurant For minimum wage Dreamin I'm on stage At 17 I left the house Cause my father was a minister And I didn't want the Marvin route What's goin on? Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn MC's in the industry You wanna tip? Don't let them pimp you like Goldy And tell Sony they better have my money Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me He'd be part of my charity (I wanna thank my hood) [Chorus] To my people cuttin hair in the shops Thank God it's Friday To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops Yo, it's Friday To my people that don't got no job Everyday it's Friday What's the track, what's the track yo? She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday All the Ladies sing [Ladies] I don't feel Like cookin you no breakfast This mornin (Wyclef: All my hoodlums say) [Guys] Well, you don't have to cook me breakfast Cause your girlfriend will After you leave (I wanna thank my hood) [Verse 2] For the love of money I know kids who'll slit your throat Friday the 13th Jason wit a trench coat But you can't scare Suzie Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was Cadivi Meanwhile, she's getting her nails done Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds It's such a shame what happened last week Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam It said to tell New York I ain't sleepin You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in And to my man G Swar Rest in Piece I still poor liquor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf Inhale, exhale smoke grasses Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic You wit Wyclef you getting in If not, then we gonna make CNN (I wanna thank my hood) To my people who don't wanna go to work Thank God it's Friday Cover me she bout to put up her skirt Thank God it's Friday Do your mom know you act so berserk? Thank God it's Friday What's the track, what's the track girl? She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops Thank God it's Friday To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops Yo, it's Friday To my people who don't got no job Everyday it's Friday What's the track, what's the track yo? She don't wanna she don't wanna work on Monday All the Ladies sing [Ladies] I don't feel Like cookin you no breakfast This mornin (Wyclef: All my hoodlums say) [Guys] Well, you don't have to cook me breakfast Cause your girlfriend will After you leave Guitar Solo (Daddy, play that guitar) |
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| 12. |
| 1:43 |
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(Wyclef Jean)
Y'all wanna thank y'all for coming out tonight to see me Right now put your hands together for original, original diva, original dub plate No one can play this but Refugee's on the number 1 tour Now listen to Miss Whitney Houston (COME WITH IT!) (Whitney Houston) Yo, this is Whitney Houston Yes massive this is the original vocalist I'd like to say rest in peace to Dennis Brown If tomorrow is Judgement Day (light is in the air) And I'm standing on the front line (AIYYO!) Um, and the Lord asks me what I did with my life I would say: "Wyclef murdered a sound boy" (YO, HUH!) If I wake up in World War III (IF YOU BELIEVE IN THE MOST HIGH HANDS IN THE AIR!) I see the destruction in poverty (EAST COAST, WEST COAST, HEY, HEY!) And I feel like I wanna go home (SOUTH SIDE!) It's okay, as long as Wyclef is with me (North Side, Jamaican, Caribbeanon, Haitian hands in the air, everybody, hey!) My love is your dubbing, your dub is my dub It would take an eternity to break us and the chains of Armistad couldn't hold us. My sound is your sound 'cause the refugee sound is your sound. It would take an eternity to break us and a million sound boys will die before us (Wyclef Jean) This for the hardcore, before I had the record deal youknowhatI'msayin'? I'ma take y'all back when I was walking down the street My little girl saying: Yo Clef, that nigga tryin' to stick with somethin' Walk over to him and said: Yo... |
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| 13. |
| 3:04 |
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HOOK:
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts Your body carried out the church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh my baby!) They shoulda took me first However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts Your body carried out the church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...) [Verse 1] Aiyyo What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston Cuz *My Love's your Love* will be my slugs wit blood For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang Find yourself in the river with the rest of them Wake up, wake up, I'm in a nightmare dream Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line You look strange, shootin victims at close range And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I snatched his chain Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples Which one, look through the crowd son You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual A wannabe Rakim, but too extraterrestrial I heard he's lethal and I'm too rusty to battle him Me being rusty is like Biggie not being *Born Again* It never happen, watch who you call fam On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man Predicted platinum, way before it happened So that's why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record? C'mon! HOOK [Verse 2] You a thug? You aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch If I wasn't rappin, I'd take that stash in your left socks Don't make me raise my voice cuz I'm masterin a coo So, and besides when they find you you'll be bones Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers Orderin Don P, you couldn't pay for one beer Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys Here's my advice, leave the ring with your bride Cuz you aint comin back no more We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the seashore You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was psychotic Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life Kid you tellin me what you did, you didn't wanna do Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true HOOK Outro: Should I take them? Should I wait? Should I take them? Should I wait? Should I take them? Should I wait? I say *No Woman, No Cry* like I should own a piece of the estate But at the tribute they didn't invite me So I put in a call to Halis Alassi He said be easy, aint no need to bust a shot (BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!) Like Supercat said, yo the ghetto's red hot Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING! |
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| 14. |
| 4:45 |
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(Small World) Blame, blame, whose dat with you again? (The ride, the ride) Yes black, where's my jewels at? (Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown...) (Wyclef Jean) Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now Underground hip-hop yo (french singer) Elle a toutes les qualit?, mon grand d?aut c'est de t'aimer... This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha? I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the driveby's (french singer) arr?e, arr?e ne me touche pas!... It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang Stay in the house that뭩 the sound of the gangs, Clef By the time we figured out what happened I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing (Chorus: Wyclef Jean) Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (but that ain't right y'all) DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! That cemetery gear (California, California) I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood (Wyclef Jean) True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted Jumpin in and out of limo's thinkin is his ass really gifted The only gift y'all possess is workin with the triple six's Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors But the last time they saw y'all was 1984 Now y'all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin "freeze" Get out the navigator, Godfather III's in the DVD They hoppin, they take your car for a spin It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind There's no celly phone, so you can't phone home Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleeg & Jerome ("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?") He a rap artist ("I don't care, he got the wrong colours over here, no fear") Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone And come to find out that you never held a chrome And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection (Chorus: Wyclef Jean) Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (but that ain't right y'all) DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours) That cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago) I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood (Small World) Yo, Hollywood has half-man be hollow to you How could you have slipped through while I was detecting the trick that's in you Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already been cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who? It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em Adrenaline's givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in You never knew bout how we play these innings But you about to play the commission Waves are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh...ing The real is missing but the fraud is evident ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear Your colours wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh? Damn Paul, what's that huh? Let me get that, with the quick snatch If it's a little man in you then I better put the trick back And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer (Chorus: Wyclef Jean) Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (but that ain't right y'all) DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours) That cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit) I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood (Outro: Wyclef Jean) Tell the FBI that I won't be home tonight Tell the Secret Service I won't be home tonight Colours, put away your colours whoa, colours... |
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| 15. |
| 7:22 |
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[Wyclef as Amadou]
Boy I am so tired I'll be glad when I get inside the house Oh, I dropped my keys Oh what tis bright light? My God they must gonna rob me Who these people with them all at they gonna rob me I'm gonna take out my wallet to make sure they just get the money Nothing else.. (??) Oh it's the police (*whew*) I feel so much better I will show them, I have my ID so they know I am good people {*followed by a rapid flurry of gunshots*} [Wyclef Jean] Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear no evil for thou art with me thou ride with me J-J-Jah! Ras-tafari I can't forget you knotty dreads, y'all up in here I gotta respect that, youknowhatI'msayin? Night is in the air Enemy.. on the borderline Who'll be the next to fire forty-one shots by Diallo's side? You said he reached sir but he didn't have no piece sir But now he rest in peace sir in the belly of the beast sir You guys are vampires in the middle of the night Suckin on human blood Is that your appetite? You said he reached sir but he didn't have no piece sir But now he rest in peace sir in the belly of the beast sir Have you ever been shot forty-one times? Have you ever screamed and no one heard you cry? Have you ever died only so you can live? Have you ever lived only so you can die again, then be born again from these enemies, on the borderline Who'll be the next to fire forty-one shots by Diallo's side? You said he reached sir but he didn't have no piece sir But now he rest in peace sir in the belly of the beast sir You guys are vampires in the middle of the night Suckin on human blood Is that your appetite sir? You said he reached sir but he didn't have no piece sir But now he rest in peace sir in the belly of the beast sir Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko Diallo, Diallo - you told me the murder was an error Diallo, Diallo - but every man will be judged Diallo, Diallo - according to his words Have you ever been held against your will? Taken to a dark place where not even scientists can reveal? So what is for Ceasar let it be for Ceasar Cause we don't want no peace We want equal rights and justice.. for Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko Diallo, Diallo - you tell me that the murder was an error Diallo, Diallo - but every man will be judged Diallo, Diallo - according to his words You know what? You told me - that I wouldn't understand man Tonight some cry - in the streets a burial Survival of the fittest - only the strong will survive How can I survive - with forty-one shots by my side? You guys are murderers in the middle of the night Killin innocent people is that your appetite? Ohhh You said he reached sir but he didn't have no piece sir But now he rest in peace sir in the belly of the beast sir You guys are vampires in the middle of the night Suckin on human blood Is that your appetite? You said he reached sir but he didn't have no piece sir But now he rest in peace sir in the belly of the beast sir - lick a shot for Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko Diallo, Diallo - I can hear your spirit callin, I can hear it Diallo, Diallo - Ten thousand chariots with no riders Diallo, Diallo - They on they way to America, I hear the tribe singin They're sayin - Diallo Diallo, tuye' Diallo (14X) Se menm jen yo te tuye Matim Luther King Amadou Diallo.. [samples] Now there ain't but 20,000 police in the whole town Can you dig it? Can you dig it? CAN YOU DIG IT?!?! |
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| 16. |
| 5:20 |
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Yo, I'm a dedicate this to everybody that was at Woodstock '99
DMX, Limp Bizkit, Sheryl Crow amongst many Yo, just before I got on stage this chick came on to me She offered me sumthin It looked kinda strange, it was in a bag I said "Yo, girl let me talk to you real quick" Yo I don't sniff cocaine 'cause it mess up my brain For sexual stimulation I never did no ecstasy I don't pop pills, I never did no LSD but I wouldn't mind a kiss from Ms. Mary 'Cause She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard She's homegrown and you can get a kiss in her backyard I remember when I was a young boy I waited for my grandad, "So daddy can I get a puff?" He looked at me, he says "Son, man, you're too young kid" "When you get older now and you understand that" "I let you get one kiss from Ms. Mary" 'Cause She's homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard If she allows you to you can roll her up She's homegrown and you can kiss her in her backyard She's homegrown - I like to be with you Ms. Mary - in your backyard That's when she looked at me and she said "Wyclef this' what I want you to do son" Come on Inhale - exhale Exhale - inhale Inhale - exhale Now hold it now Inhale - exhale Inhale - exhale Exhale - inhale Now breath in my face Marijuan' Marijuan' She said that She's homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard She's homegrown, she said "'Clef, I'll kiss you in my backyard" And my daddy don't need to know She said that I'm homegrown and you can grow me in your backyard I'm homegrown and you don't need to worry for my backyard That's when I said, "I'ma get in trouble, I gotta go girl" This' what she said Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher, and higher (2X) Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher I'm about to take it higher (4X - in the background) Come on y'all, come on y'all, come on Yo, I want for everybody sleeping on my guitar skills It's about to beat on right about now Turn my guitar up yo! What up Jimi Hendrix, I'll see you baby Yo, Carlos Santana, thanks for the lessons baby Yo, Steve Rod, I ain't forgettin you man To the godfather B.B. King and to my man Eric Clapton I think I'm forgettin somebody, man The Artist, ha-haaaaa Yo, Jerry Wonder, man, you're playin that bass like Bootsie Collins, man Don't hurt 'em baby boy Uh, Wyclef, Jerry Wonder man, new Millenium man, I told ya |
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| 4:06 |
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[Wyclef Jean]
Lets go So so you think you can tell heaven from hell Blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail A smile from a fair do you think you can tell Did they get you to trade your heros for goals Hot ashes for trees Hot air for a cool breeze Cold comfort for change Did you exchange A walk on part in the war for a lead role in the game whether you listenin to hip hip-hop or you tuning to rock refugees on your box we gonna take over ya blocks lets go How I wish, how I wish you were here We're jus two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year Runnin over the same old ground But have we found the same old fears Wish you were here whether you listenin to rock or pumpin the hip hip hop refugees on your box Critics don't mistake this for just any cover tune I'ma take y'all to the "Dark Side of the Moon" Kickin in my moms room this song was just a thought A young refugee labeled, jus come with a passport Dad used to tell me about the American dream My dream was waking up the projects A young teen listenin to hip-hop, my brother tuned me into rock Put me up on Pink Floyd, a band from the British blocks whether you pumpin the hip hip hop or you tuning to rock refugees on your box we gonna take over the blocks from n.j to bk to the u.k |
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