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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
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. |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
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 |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
*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) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
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 |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
*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) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
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) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
[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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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
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
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
[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. |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
[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. |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
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 |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
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 |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
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 |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
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) |
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from Fugees - The Score (1996)
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 |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
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 |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
(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. |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
Dirty Cash *echoes*
Dirty Cash *echoes* Yeah, uhh [singers] Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! Yo, yo, yo Yo it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin like the Tri-Boro Victory is endless cause we all want a hero Blazing Saddles so stop horsing around From sunup to sundown, it's the world renowned It's hard to be real when them cats are make believe Stop it please, come run wit deez If you can't feel me, then get up and leave Cause I'm automated life flyin, Fate is on her knees Locate the object, pinpoint my movin target Pray for them, and bless em, like Sister Margaret Got more alumni than the grad school of Harvard Beat Street the movie was my all time favorite So can you stand the smell of a black powder My B.I. is 700, horsepower Burnin rubber, break you off somethin proper Love it or not, I'm the man of the hour, yeah [singers] Just when you thought my shine was burnin out Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night There ain't no problems baby we can't get through You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! Yo.. yo, yo, yo Yo she was hot to death, like the story Macbeth When your marked for death it's a matter of life or death I'ma cherish and nourish every single breath When there's no one left, I'ma carry your footprints step by step, walkin through the, twentieth century, eyes on me When the dogs start barkin you must set them free Go in-Between the Sheets just like the Isley's I'ma kill em precisely, indirectly Choose my women wisely, Charlie's Angels got my back as if I was Bosley, bout to get rowdy So pray to Mother Mary, you think this is easy? Be a cold day in Hell before I let you come and get me So stop actin frowsy, that's the one-fifty Holler if you hear me make your move if you ready Dirty Cash, Navy Seals, reppin through your city, what? [singers] Just when you thought my shine was burnin out Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night There ain't no problems baby we can't get through You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! Yo.. yeah, yo, yo Hey yo the way I feel now you cats can drop dead Jump up and spread then take off them threads You heard what I said, don't be misled Navy Seals what? Running over chickenheads Run like I'm a caca, act like a bobaka My ears shoot the street, just to take out the impostor Tomorrow never dies when she reveals her eyes Keep your eyes on the prize, for Pras is the prize Tough guys get penalized, cut down to size It's the one that be witchu that be the true spies Never say never when we can make it together ReFugees are tougher than ever, what? [singers] Just when you thought my shine was burnin out Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night There ain't no problems baby we can't get through You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! [singers] Just when you thought my shine was burnin out Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night There ain't no problems baby we can't get through You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
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? |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
Uh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo it's so amazin how I be blazin From the four seasons to you at the days in Where you lay at on the cages? I comin with a cannon, two guns blazin, purple hazin My shine can be appraised, my tongue radiate Orchard violent rays, why you stower in the off broke and paid Singin your heart out, oh happy days, I'm movin on up Damn, I wish I had it made, ran on your parade Make you exchange at the word trade Dig son, your whole couldn't add up to my half I'll count your funds yeah, like third grade math Blast to your path every mornin I break flags Dirty cash always find a way to get stash From Italy to the deepest alley Up to the highest mountains of the Himalayas I put that on a stack of bibles so I stack a prayers Yo democrat block, must get shot Believe me not go ask Pac Prodock Scream on the crew when you don't know how Shiver liner got, rhymes in every single cloud, cause what For the love of this, I give my life a diss And for the love of this, I send my last wish For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop? You see I will do anything but I won't do that (Sniff Coke) won't do that (slang dope) can't do that (Get out the car) shouldn't do that (take off your rope) why do that? (Feel the gun smoke bloaw!) Do you hear me baby Yo, I got no life to spare, no time to bear No TL care, I'm single like a stair I can feel it in the air comin everywhere Twenty years from now, I'm gonna be a billionaire Red for the on the island M-I sicky underwear Leavin all the BS elsewhere, I swear Black you out make you see the boat like Noah There's nothin here for y'all, glasses like Coca-Cola Mix-a-Mack make em see there's not enough buildings Not ever since when I drop by these flash un a peepin No reef thugin more caffeine than tryin Spread the love yeah to all my beloved High speed chasin, low pro pursue Black shoes important, soldiers come Bay Root So look to my troops and the stolen Coupes Here's the gun don't talk about it, just get up and shoot (stop it) Hold up son, let me set up the pace I'm that cattle in the race on the Human Race Don't call me Human, call me Lou-man Like par, move your record company under ?You-Hah? Family business FR to snitches I'm down with M.O.B. yeah Money over Bitches For the love of this, I give my life a diss And for the love of this, I send my last wish For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop? You see I will do anything but I won't do that For the love of this I'll paint myself green Within myself in the Corrine, Pras Most Wanted Last seen with Sister Morphine Scuba Diving with the Navy Seals in the Yellow Submarine Headed for, the Philippines, microphone fiend with are regain green It burns when I eat tangerine, wash it down with a cup of Gasoline Burn into flames, like your actress said Ilene Supreme Dream Team, musical machine, money makin machine Walk through the Desert butt-naked with a inch of canteen Slappin it, rapper'll be like nah mean? Got nothin but a piggy in a tree, to what I shoot and some washed out jeans Headin for the stars word, word to God Watchin every move placin all my cards The game'll soon come like the aliens Everybody runnin, sayin that's the one For the love of this, I give my life a diss And for the love of this, I send my last wish For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop? You see I will do anything but I won't do that (I sell Crack) won't do that (peel on your back) can't do that (Here comes the Gat) shouldn't do that (if you wanna lay flat) why do that? Yo, come on, do you hear me baby (hear me baby) Uh, uh, uh, Navy Seals y'all, Refugee Camp what, what You better stop it, punk, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it HA 98-99, Yeah, yeah, (*Dirty said several times*) Cash haha |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
(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*) |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
(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 |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
(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 |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
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 |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now am found Was blind, but now I see T'was grace that taught my heart to fear And grace my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come T'is grace that brought me safe thus far And grace will lead me home When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
[Freddy Mercury]
Are you ready?! Hey! Are you ready for this?! Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?! [Wyclef] I need a break beat! [Freddy Mercury] Are you ready?! Hey! Are you ready for this?! Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?! [Wyclef] I need a break beat! [Freddy Mercury] Are you ready?! Hey! Are you ready for this?! Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?! [Wyclef] I need a break beat! [Freddy Mercury] Outta the doorway, the bullets rip!!! Repeat to the sound of the beat! HEY!!! [Wyclef] (Freddy Mercury in parentheses) - Chorus Yo...a-for the kids in the club that's ready to get bugged! (Another One Bites the Dust!) A-for the thugs with the burners, that wanna blast off! (Another One Bites the Dust!) And for the kids on the blocks, shootin' at the crooked cops, BLAOW!! (Another One Bites the Dust!) (And another one down, and another one down Another One Bites the Dust, Hey!) Wyclef, Dirty Cash, Young Free...Freddy, where you at? (Steve walks warily down the street with the brim pulled way down low) Some cat up in Brooklyn just got robbed with a Kangol! (*In tune with F. Mercury*) (Are you ready?! Hey! Are you ready for this?! Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?! Out of the doorway, the bullets rip!!! Repeat to the sound of the beat! HEY!!! My man got shot, and the block got hot! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo, hey yo I hear more shots, it's like Fort Knox kid! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo, Hold your breath...Hold your breath...Hold your breath...Yo, CHECK IT!!! (And another one down, and another down, Another One Bites The Dust!) [Wyclef - Verse One] If you're a soldier at ease My military style is known to murder Nazi's, Brooklyn to Germany (Come on) My kamikaze will blow the U2, they hire Idi Amin in Timbuktu Whether you indo, or do the Voodoo You can't foresee this unless I bring the previews, HEY!!! HEY!!! Yo, it's the number one rappin' band! (Come on, come on) Yo...This review, will be critically acclaimed Leave you in critical pain, clinically insane The name Wyclef Jean, with a yes, yes y'all! Better have a vest y'all! I'll blast, and bless y'all! "F"- y'all, the mark of the beast, the triple six Time running out, listen to the tick! If you see what I saw, then you seen what I seen, If you know what I know, You know what I mean! Commanding officer of the Navy SEAL team Once I give the orders, you feel the infrared beam....BLAOW!!! [Wyclef - Chorus] For all you critics, sayin' "another remake!" (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo, if you know the deal, this is the master reel, kid! Ha Ha! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Right! Right! Freddy Mercury, where you at yo?! (And another one down, and another one down, Another One Bites the Dust!) (HOW DO YOU THINK I'M GONNA GET ALONG, WITHOUT YOU WHEN YOU'RE GONE!!!) I need a break beat! Yo if you're ready for the first of the month, For that welfare check, come on! (KICKED ME OUT ON MY OWN!!!) I need a break beat! (ARE YOU HAPPY?!! ARE YOU SATISFIED?!!! HOW LONG CAN YOU STAND THE HEAT!!!??) I need a break beat! (OUTTA THE DOORWAY, THE BULLETS RIPPA!!! TO THE SOUND OF THE BEAT!) Yo! Bulletproof vests, like the wild wild west (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo! This is a stickup, now take off your Rolex! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo! Dirty money, good money, yo it's all money-money! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo! Dirty Cash! Dirty Cash! The adventures of Dirty Cash! (And another one down, and another one down, Another One Bites the Dust!) [Prakazrel "Pras"] Yo, for the love for the cash I'll blast you in my path!!! Keep my eyes on the math, you cats don't know the half! As far as I'm concerned, you cats can burn in flames This ain't no game!!! I'm-a start callin' names! So come get me, if you know the one-fifty A million Refugees ready to bust wit' me! Bloody, filthy, in this rap shhh---! You gonna have to kill me, since you can't beat me!!! Pras! Dirty! Cash! You're the greedy! Believe me! God'll let me fly, like R. Kelly! Bite another dust with my man Freddy Mercury! What height nineties got ya cash, wannabe CRAZY!!! [Free] Practically, I tactically destroy Deploy more decoys than a presidential convoy My whole envoy stay camouflaged out And when I walk the street, I take the Refugee route This one go out to all my thugs in the borough So just stay thorough, like Kilamanjaro Split it with an arrow, my girl platoon roll Outta control, the female mandingos! Free! I evolve from the egg of a seminarian Don't go down, 'cause I'm a vegetarian! And when I bust, it ain't in God we trust And if you bring a gun, you better bring a black tusk! [Wyclef - Chorus] She looked into my eyes and said F-B-I!!! (Another One Bites the Dust!) She said she loved me, she was a spy who lied!!! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Right! I could relate...could you relate? (Another One Bites the Dust!) Jerry "Wonder", The Product (Male singer from The Product, keys a vocal note) {Don't you know we coming for yo?!} Yo, Canibus, John Forte', (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo, Dirty Cash, and baby Free! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Wyclef Jean, Freddy Mercury! Ha-ha! I'm out baby! (And another one down, and another one down, another one bites the dust!) N A V Y S E A L S!!!!!!!! (Another One Bites the Dust!) (Another One Bites the Dust!) (Another One Bites the Dust!) |
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from Pras - Ghetto Supastar (1998)
(Ky-Mani: Chorus)
Oh no, oh no Say, we gonna rock down through electric avenue And then we'll take it higher (higher) Say, we gonna rock down through the brooklyn avenues And then we'll take it higher (higher) Oh no, oh no (Pras: Verse One) Yeah, yo, slick like Rick James when I hit Superfreak chicks, I don't miss (Yo I don't miss) Mix wit yo nose, my flows make you sick Two chicks for me, none for you like Twix Play with niggaz head like Clef's guitar picks Went from bottom pits to makin hits and hollow tips and shootin lips (right) Handle our business, make sure it sits Ride throught the tunnels, fuck the guest lists Light up your block with roman candlesticks Known to blow shows with pyrotechnics Rappin bout yo' whips while you cats in transits Buyin shorty gifts with checks from wick Your record sound like a demo that was not yet mixed (shit ain't even mixed yet) Your whole style's broke and it should be fixed Time's runnin out as my Rolex ticks Don't get caught on the ave, it's too electric (Ky-Mani: Chorus) (Pras: Verse Two) I dedicate this to my peeps who roam the streets God bless they souls, may they rest in peace There are those who finance and those who choose to lease Whatever suits you better on the terms of your lease Different strokes for different folks God I refuse to going back to being broke Lord He got struck wit lightnin, he got hit hard Faces 20 to life maximum, his whole life is scarred The preacher's son and I came off the Santa Maria Ten cases of malt I caught the diarrhea Load the ReFugees on the aircraft carrier Some say Dirty Cash, we never heard of ya (You don't know me? You don't know me?) (Ky-Mani: Chorus) (Pras: Verse Three) (alright, alright) Watch yo back, watch yo side, swimmin wit sharks String you like a harp while they playin Mozart No credentials, get nowhere like ozlo Sent back to frisco, at the regal begal Suave like Rico, on fire like pyro Frantic like skitzo, rougher than Brillo He caught the wrap like Donnie Brascoe (Ky-Mani: Hook) Out in the streets there is violence Down in Brooklyn there is violence down there in Queens there is violence And there's a lot of work to be done (Lord) Down in the ghetto there's violence Out in L.A. there is violence In Miami there is violence And there's a lot of work to be done (Lord) Say, we gonna rock down through refugee avenue And then we'll take it higher (higher) Say, we gonna rock down through haiti avenue And then we'll take it higher (higher) (Refugee all stars, yeah, yeah) |
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from Destiny's Child 1집 - Destiny's Child (1998)
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 |
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from With H - Doo Wop (2004)
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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from Fugees - Blunted On Reality (1994)
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 |
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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 |
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"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! |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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[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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from Fugees - Fu Gee La [single] (1996)
[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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from Destiny's Child - Destiny's Child / The Writing's On The Wall [box] (2003)
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] |
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