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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 |
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[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. |
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[OMEGA]
Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth of agility Who will it be to test me and expose their futility. Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard, I think I smell your brain cells fryin'. The family's behind you if you're worthy Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey Troops with scully hats and Timberland boots No more break-dancing for loot. Niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals Government funds are minimal Oppression's subliminal [CLEF] These days its hard for we to find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line. Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the Plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend, One last kiss from my sweet serpentine Eliminate then break, Navigate to rejuvenate thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate. Reconcilation came from my enemy-friend Who said family don't bend We stay silent till the end. Now who would think that your best friend Would be your worst enemy and your enemy your best friend. Stare into the air inspiration from the atmosphere I think of old ghosts, that ain't even here. Like Alex Haley take notes on this Biography My family tree consists of street refugees. A ghetto land, where we talk slang Stolen cars bang, like my chitty bang-bang sh-bang For the heads, we ain't sellin' cocaine today So refrain and let my family reign okay [OMEGA]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [CLEF] But if I fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family sticks together and we never betray [CLEF] Nah fuck that Fifty-two pick up, no cops around Fifty-two thousand in cash, I don't want no savings bonds Have the money ready, I smell something fishy Your wife's in my custody One false move and you'll find her body in the sea. That's the voice of the kid, that's the kidnapper I do my work and then I catch my ticket to Jamaica. Meet me in the alley, make sure you bring the money This ain't the seventies I'm far from a jive turkey [LAURYN] My circle it can't be broken Open, cut-throatin', provokin' Record promotin, tokens chokin' on they words like smoke and. Cause we soft spoken, doesn't mean that we've forgotten Your bootie smells rotten and one day you will be gotten See joker's is scatter-brained, their focus is unrestrained My army is trained, you never find us beefin' in vain. Cause I've seen fire and I've seen rain You claim fame, while modest niggas remain. I can judge a character like Ito judge a verdict And if you bringin' threats I give you sex if I ain't heard it. See poppin' s***'s about your attitude and how you word it I've seen the biggest niggas on the block get murdered And they deserverd it Or so the beast said when they served it ??? That s*** is nervous So what's my purpose? Family, we must preserve it. Your number's retired I hope you like the hell fires You'll be screamin' Murder she Wrote like Chaka Demus and Pliars. [OMEGA]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [LAURYN] If I should fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray. [FORTE] We used to jump rope, But now we gun hope Bustin' shots off of project roof tops Sending signals with the blunt smoke. Ock, don't talk a lot if you can't hold it in lock If you think lips sink ships, Imagine full glock clips. I hold a glass of Remy Martin Gettin' milks by the carton Extortin' the light weights for thinkin' they important The night pays and heavenly ways Ain't nothin' free ah Knowledge of your family and steppin' to your B.I. You see I, stay on top of s*** like a fly My niggas reach when they got beef Then jet down to South Beach Yo mouthpiece is yappin' I hear it in your rap and My family is thick so that bulls*** could never happen. [CLEF]:CHORUS Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey [LAURYN] If I should fall asleep and death takes me away Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray. |
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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 |
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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 |
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[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. |
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[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. |
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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 |
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