Wyclef Jean

It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Don't matter if I bleed
You've been on a road
Don't know where it goes or where it leads

It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
If you've made up your mind to go
I won't beg you to stay
You've been in a cage
Throw you to the wind you fly away

It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Doesn't matter if I bleed
Feel the sting of tears
Falling on this face you've loved for years

It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Don't matter if I bleed
You've been on a road
Don't know where it goes or where it leads

It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
If you've made up your mind to go
I won't beg you to stay
You've been in a cage
Throw you to the wind you fly away

It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Doesn't matter if I bleed
Feel the sting of tears
Falling on this face you've loved for years

Refugees yo.. all you say

[Wyclef Jean]
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin

[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}

[Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing)
So you wanna be a thug?
To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs?
To all my thugs in Memphis, you want the cars in the videos?
To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes

[Wyclef Jean]
I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta
Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that "Sound of Da Police", should I pull over?
He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder
His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December
Now let me ask the truth or somethin -
should I slow down and be a good camper?
I heard a young thug scream,
"It depends what you got in the beamer!!"
Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America
Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco
and get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer
Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday
Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday
Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail
but you told me that crime pay

[Wyclef Jean]
The Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play
(Hey) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin

[background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}

[Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing)
So you wanna be a thug?
My thugs in Chicago, you wan' push drugs?
My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos?
To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami

[Wyclef Jean]
So you a killer, how many people did you kill?
You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a?
For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a
Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla
You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla
Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a
It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma
So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker

[Wyclef Jean]
At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York City y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug Angels singin, sayin

[background harmonizing - repeat 4X]
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}

[Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing)
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?
To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?
To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina
Let me tell you how it really goes
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?
To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?
Thug Angels in the Birmingham
Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!

[Wyclef - with voice box effect]
Watch out, for the beasts
Watch out, if you got a seed homie
cause you don't want your kids growin up
thinkin they never had no daddy

Big Pun, rest in peace forever
Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH
Slang Tom, rest in peace
Police is in the news, watch yourself
Y'all saw what they did to Diallo

[some man complaining]
Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!

[Wyclef Jean]
You gon' do WHAT?
WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder
WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep
WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin
WAIT! Eastern Parkway

[Haitian singing to end]

We're gonna take ya back now, come on
I like the way this is going down
Ladies and gents
Yo I'mma do this for the kids check it out
Here we go, yo

(Wyclef)
We don't need no education (yeah)
Says a young man sitting in class (yeah)
School is out 3 o'clock on the dot (yeah)
Beef with some thugs, he got shot (yeah)
Turn on your television (yeah)
Martin Luther King just had a dream (yeah)
Take this dream and apply it to your life (yeah)
Shorty's selling crack, is a talking job

(Wyclef)
To all my refugees, enough respect
To all my juveniles, enough respect
To all my war children, enough respect
Now Bono won't you sing the hook, come on

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
(Uh keep your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Every country got a ghetto, come on)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

1 - (Wyclef)
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
I wanna take this time to thank you
For giving me Life
Alright
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
And taken by machine gun trigger
Out for giving me life

(Wyclef)
Yo, yo turn the page ready the news today
People getting fired, some getting wild
Looting on the streets cause the dogs gotta eat
(Grrr!) By any means necessary
Turning over the hour glass
Gotta get it straight before it's too late
Cause I don't wanna be behind that gate
Now everybody sing the hook

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
(Your head up, your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(For the new millennium)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

Repeat 1

(Wyclef)
My people in the front, everybody in the buck
Hey yo raise the roof up in the air, come on
And just raise the roof for all my people trying to eat
Stomp your feet on the floor come on and just stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp
Introducing Bono, straight out of Dublin

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Midnight she's on the street, she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
Midnight she's on the street, oh she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
(Let me do the guitar solo right here)
(I want all you kids to stand right now, come on let me hear y'all)

(Bono & Children's Choir)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Ha, ha)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(All my broke people sing this part right here)

Repeat 1

(Wyclef)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Wyclef and Bono
Jerry Wonder in the back
I let the DJ cut the wax
Y'all need to stop it with the violence
True Refugee combination
Dublin, Brooklyn, New Jersey, ya hear
Trying to find a new year

We're gonna take ya back now, come on
I like the way this is going down
Ladies and gents
Yo I'mma do this for the kids check it out
Here we go, yo

(Wyclef)
We don't need no education (yeah)
Says a young man sitting in class (yeah)
School is out 3 o'clock on the dot (yeah)
Beef with some thugs, he got shot (yeah)
Turn on your television (yeah)
Martin Luther King just had a dream (yeah)
Take this dream and apply it to your life (yeah)
Shorty's selling crack, is a talking job

(Wyclef)
To all my refugees, enough respect
To all my juveniles, enough respect
To all my war children, enough respect
Now Bono won't you sing the hook, come on

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
(Uh keep your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Every country got a ghetto, come on)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

1 - (Wyclef)
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
I wanna take this time to thank you
For giving me Life
Alright
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
And taken by machine gun trigger
Out for giving me life

(Wyclef)
Yo, yo turn the page ready the news today
People getting fired, some getting wild
Looting on the streets cause the dogs gotta eat
(Grrr!) By any means necessary
Turning over the hour glass
Gotta get it straight before it's too late
Cause I don't wanna be behind that gate
Now everybody sing the hook

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
(Your head up, your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(For the new millennium)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

Repeat 1

(Wyclef)
My people in the front, everybody in the buck
Hey yo raise the roof up in the air, come on
And just raise the roof for all my people trying to eat
Stomp your feet on the floor come on and just stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp
Introducing Bono, straight out of Dublin

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Midnight she's on the street, she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
Midnight she's on the street, oh she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
(Let me do the guitar solo right here)
(I want all you kids to stand right now, come on let me hear y'all)

(Bono & Children's Choir)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Ha, ha)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(All my broke people sing this part right here)

Repeat 1

(Wyclef)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Wyclef and Bono
Jerry Wonder in the back
I let the DJ cut the wax
Y'all need to stop it with the violence
True Refugee combination
Dublin, Brooklyn, New Jersey, ya hear
Trying to find a new year

I dedicate this record the carnival
to all you brothers takin long trips
down south, virginia,balitmore all round the world
and your girl gets this message
that you aint commin' back,
she sittin back in her room, dalights is off,
shes cryin, and then my voice comes in (pow)
and this is what i tell her for you

every time i make a run, girl you turn around and cry,
i ask myself why oh why,
see you must understand i cant work a 9 to 5,
so ill be gone til november,
said ill be gone till november
ill be gone till november, you tell my girl yo
i be gone till november, ill be gone till november
ill be gone til november, you tell my girl yo
ill be gone till november,
january, february, march, april, may,
i see you cryin but girl i cant stay ill be gone till november,
ill be gone till november... and give a kiss to my motha..

when i come back there be no time to clock,
ill have enough money to buy out the glocks,
tell my brotha go to school in september
so he wont mess up in summer school in da summer,
tell my cousin jerry wear his condom
if you dont wear condom you see a red line oh oo oo
you sucka M.C.s you got no flow i heard ya style you so so

I had to flick nothin and turn it in to somethin,
hip hop turns to the future of rock
when i smash a pumpkin (bing) committ treason now
i have a reason to hunt you down its only right its rappers season,yea
you with the loud voice posin like your top choice,
i make a hertz out of ya rolls royce,
besides i got my girl to remember and i committed
that ill be back in november.

We're gonna take ya back now, come on
I like the way this is going down
Ladies and gents
Yo I'mma do this for the kids check it out
Here we go, yo

(Wyclef)
We don't need no education (yeah)
Says a young man sitting in class (yeah)
School is out 3 o'clock on the dot (yeah)
Beef with some thugs, he got shot (yeah)
Turn on your television (yeah)
Martin Luther King just had a dream (yeah)
Take this dream and apply it to your life (yeah)
Shorty's selling crack, is a talking job

(Wyclef)
To all my refugees, enough respect
To all my juveniles, enough respect
To all my war children, enough respect
Now Bono won't you sing the hook, come on

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
(Uh keep your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Every country got a ghetto, come on)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

1 - (Wyclef)
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
I wanna take this time to thank you
For giving me Life
Alright
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
And taken by machine gun trigger
Out for giving me life

(Wyclef)
Yo, yo turn the page ready the news today
People getting fired, some getting wild
Looting on the streets cause the dogs gotta eat
(Grrr!) By any means necessary
Turning over the hour glass
Gotta get it straight before it's too late
Cause I don't wanna be behind that gate
Now everybody sing the hook

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
(Your head up, your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(For the new millennium)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

Repeat 1

(Wyclef)
My people in the front, everybody in the buck
Hey yo raise the roof up in the air, come on
And just raise the roof for all my people trying to eat
Stomp your feet on the floor come on and just stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp
Introducing Bono, straight out of Dublin

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Midnight she's on the street, she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
Midnight she's on the street, oh she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
(Let me do the guitar solo right here)
(I want all you kids to stand right now, come on let me hear y'all)

(Bono & Children's Choir)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Ha, ha)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(All my broke people sing this part right here)

Repeat 1

(Wyclef)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Wyclef and Bono
Jerry Wonder in the back
I let the DJ cut the wax
Y'all need to stop it with the violence
True Refugee combination
Dublin, Brooklyn, New Jersey, ya hear
Trying to find a new year

We're gonna take ya back now, come on
I like the way this is going down
Ladies and gents
Yo I'mma do this for the kids check it out
Here we go, yo

(Wyclef)
We don't need no education (yeah)
Says a young man sitting in class (yeah)
School is out 3 o'clock on the dot (yeah)
Beef with some thugs, he got shot (yeah)
Turn on your television (yeah)
Martin Luther King just had a dream (yeah)
Take this dream and apply it to your life (yeah)
Shorty's selling crack, is a talking job

(Wyclef)
To all my refugees, enough respect
To all my juveniles, enough respect
To all my war children, enough respect
Now Bono won't you sing the hook, come on

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
(Uh keep your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Every country got a ghetto, come on)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

1 - (Wyclef)
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
I wanna take this time to thank you
For giving me Life
Alright
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
And taken by machine gun trigger
Out for giving me life

(Wyclef)
Yo, yo turn the page ready the news today
People getting fired, some getting wild
Looting on the streets cause the dogs gotta eat
(Grrr!) By any means necessary
Turning over the hour glass
Gotta get it straight before it's too late
Cause I don't wanna be behind that gate
Now everybody sing the hook

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
(Your head up, your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(For the new millennium)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

Repeat 1

(Wyclef)
My people in the front, everybody in the buck
Hey yo raise the roof up in the air, come on
And just raise the roof for all my people trying to eat
Stomp your feet on the floor come on and just stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp
Introducing Bono, straight out of Dublin

(Bono)(Wyclef)
Midnight she's on the street, she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
Midnight she's on the street, oh she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
(Let me do the guitar solo right here)
(I want all you kids to stand right now, come on let me hear y'all)

(Bono & Children's Choir)(Wyclef)
Keep your head up
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Ha, ha)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(All my broke people sing this part right here)

Repeat 1

(Wyclef)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Wyclef and Bono
Jerry Wonder in the back
I let the DJ cut the wax
Y'all need to stop it with the violence
True Refugee combination
Dublin, Brooklyn, New Jersey, ya hear
Trying to find a new year

It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Don't matter if I bleed
You've been on a road
Don't know where it goes or where it leads

It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
If you've made up your mind to go
I won't beg you to stay
You've been in a cage
Throw you to the wind you fly away

It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Doesn't matter if I bleed
Feel the sting of tears
Falling on this face you've loved for years

(Wyclef):
We got the ReFugees All Stars rub-a-dubbin in the club
Wyclef Jean... John Forte... Prazwell
Knahmean the streets are gettin a little crazy
Looka looka looka looka looka looka looka
Looka here look at shorty got back, should I ask her
for a dance, hold on, there's too many in the wolf pack
And besides, Dirty Cash talkin to her
Buyin her fake furs and takin her to the Fever
Quiet as it's kept, that ain't even his Benz
She spends his Franklins at the malls with her friends
Material girl, livin in a material world
But it's alright, cause it's Saturday night
So mista funkmaster pump the BeeGees
And all you college students playin ouijas
check the spellin, R-E, F-U-G-E
E get the CD from Sam Goody he he
You ain't even close wit the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
* imitating DJ Kool * Let me clear my throat, ah huh ah huh, John Forte
Grab the mic and won't you sway it this way

(John Forte):
I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer
Hopin that the game treat that ass a little kinder
Every step tangoed, your beef don't concern me
I'm eatin mangos in Trinadad wit attorneys (oh yeah)
My crew slang flow worldwide like a current

Went to every spot, where nobody got insurance
Brother do the math, you ain't half near exotic
My man's claim true, you, forget about it
Po-Po just a nuisance, like my influence
Well recognized you a lie tryin to do it
Got juice told your lady, oops, we nuts baby
Smooth and charismatic automatic you gon save me (Forte)
God bless the dead as my son survive
We strive to teach the youth baby, and stay alive

(Wyclef):
ReFugee camp, nuts baby
John Forte, yo watch your lady
(Watch your lady, hahh)
Aiiight
(Especially around Dirty Cash)
Yo, if you got more than a dollar in your pocket right now
Put your hands up

(Prazwell/Dirty Cash):
Yo yo
Well you can tell by the way I roll shorty
that I'm a ladies man, a business man
Condos down the shore, multimillion pension plan (uh-huh)
But it ain't in my plan, to make move without the fam (no way)
I keep it intact, yo Clef, do the track
John, play the mack while I, pay the tax
Business as Usual, watchin Suspects
Steal my assets, get cut with Gi-lettes
We built this concept, connect like Nynex
Drinks at the bar, my American Express

(Wyclef):
You a cook up, cook up, the copper pull up, pull up
Dem a cuff up, cuff up, you, who's callin bluff?
Now you shook up, shook up, cause you lock up, lock up
Man I love up, love up, you, who's callin bluff?
* imitating Audio Two * Hey yo Jean is chillin, Dirty Cash dealin
What more can I say? We livin
That's what we got, we got it good
And since you understood, we be...

(Prazwell):
Yeah, live at the Carnival
Nine-seven, til infinity, hah
ReFugee All Stars
Can't stop the shining, cant stop the shining
Can't stop the shining, cant stop the shining
You wanna stop the shining, you wanna stop the shining
You wanna stop the shining, you wanna stop the shining
Can't stop the shining, cant stop the shining...

I dedicate this record the carnival
to all you brothers takin long trips
down south, virginia,balitmore all round the world
and your girl gets this message
that you aint commin' back,
she sittin back in her room, dalights is off,
shes cryin, and then my voice comes in (pow)
and this is what i tell her for you

every time i make a run, girl you turn around and cry,
i ask myself why oh why,
see you must understand i cant work a 9 to 5,
so ill be gone til november,
said ill be gone till november
ill be gone till november, you tell my girl yo
i be gone till november, ill be gone till november
ill be gone til november, you tell my girl yo
ill be gone till november,
january, february, march, april, may,
i see you cryin but girl i cant stay ill be gone till november,
ill be gone till november... and give a kiss to my motha..

when i come back there be no time to clock,
ill have enough money to buy out the glocks,
tell my brotha go to school in september
so he wont mess up in summer school in da summer,
tell my cousin jerry wear his condom
if you dont wear condom you see a red line oh oo oo
you sucka M.C.s you got no flow i heard ya style you so so

I had to flick nothin and turn it in to somethin,
hip hop turns to the future of rock
when i smash a pumpkin (bing) committ treason now
i have a reason to hunt you down its only right its rappers season,yea
you with the loud voice posin like your top choice,
i make a hertz out of ya rolls royce,
besides i got my girl to remember and i committed
that ill be back in november.

I dedicate this record the carnival
to all you brothers takin long trips
down south, virginia,balitmore all round the world
and your girl gets this message
that you aint commin' back,
she sittin back in her room, dalights is off,
shes cryin, and then my voice comes in (pow)
and this is what i tell her for you

every time i make a run, girl you turn around and cry,
i ask myself why oh why,
see you must understand i cant work a 9 to 5,
so ill be gone til november,
said ill be gone till november
ill be gone till november, you tell my girl yo
i be gone till november, ill be gone till november
ill be gone til november, you tell my girl yo
ill be gone till november,
january, february, march, april, may,
i see you cryin but girl i cant stay ill be gone till november,
ill be gone till november... and give a kiss to my motha..

when i come back there be no time to clock,
ill have enough money to buy out the glocks,
tell my brotha go to school in september
so he wont mess up in summer school in da summer,
tell my cousin jerry wear his condom
if you dont wear condom you see a red line oh oo oo
you sucka M.C.s you got no flow i heard ya style you so so

I had to flick nothin and turn it in to somethin,
hip hop turns to the future of rock
when i smash a pumpkin (bing) committ treason now
i have a reason to hunt you down its only right its rappers season,yea
you with the loud voice posin like your top choice,
i make a hertz out of ya rolls royce,
besides i got my girl to remember and i committed
that ill be back in november.

{S} indicates the actual words in spanish
{T} indicates the translation into english

---
{S} Hola! Soy Celia Cruz
{T} (Hi! I am Celia Cruz)
{S} Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!)
{T} (And I'm here with Wyclef celebrating Carnival; Azucar!!)
[singing] Guantanamera
[Wyclef] We out here in Miami just shining
[singing] Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef] Worldwide
[singing] Guan-tana-mera
[Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] Guajila voy, de na meda
Yo soy un hombre sincero
[Wyclef] That was then, this is now
Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!
[singing] De donde crecen las palmas

[Wyclef Jean]
Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh!

[Wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...

Verse One: Wyclef Jean

Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba
I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac Woman better yet Space Invader
If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me

Chorus:

Guantanamera
Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...

[singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses]
{S} Soy una mujer, sincera
{T} (I am a sincere woman)
Do you speak English?
{S} De donde crecen las palmas
{T} (From where the palm tree grows)
Can I buy you a drink?
{S} Soy una mujer, sincera
{T} (I am a sincere woman)
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
{S} De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
{T} (From where the palm tree grows)
You killin me
{S} Y antes de morir, yo quiero
{T} (And before I die, I want to)
..
{S} cantar mis versos del alma
{T} (sing the verses in my heart)
Te quiero mama, te quiero!!

Guantanamera
Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera

Verse Two: Lauryn Hill

Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us
to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado
And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo
and then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum
And waited patiently while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera

[Wyclef responds to singing again]
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila Guantanamera
Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...

(Wyclef)
Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse y'know?
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear about the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes

One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin
*repeat 2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"*

I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I gotta leave the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen caps
Say something positive? No positivity
More positivity, more positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence increase
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of police
Riding through the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block when the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm sittin back, rhymin on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible
for the streets, at the same time, we gotta eat
When we commercialize it's to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil before we die
But Jerry is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more eviction
No more war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse, apocalypse
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air

One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin

(Manhunt)
Yo bust this
Forty caliber, seventeen through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the calender
My word verses, burst raps you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of preciseness

(Wyclef)
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to call Canibus
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin

(Canibus)
You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head pull it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin bullets
I walk the streets with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of five-knuckle phrases
I assure you the vocalist standin before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much faster than yours do
Every three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of your crew to annoy you
If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays loyal
That's why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I hurt you
My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make your hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga

(Wyclef)
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? New Jersey in the house...

The people versus gestapo, what what
Yo, there'll be no sequel to this revolution
There will be no sequel to this revolution
The people versus gestapo
There'll be no sequel to this revolution, what what

When I was young, Mama played a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...

Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can break you
They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you"
"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to sell bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans..."
"What?"
"In a plastic bag with a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the opposite position
I'm thiniin', "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition
On your wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes
You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my left
But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death
You provoke the cycle, call Michael
You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple
Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother
No-one hears you even though you knock
You used to walk around the block with the daily rock
Things done changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your goose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your goose

(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day

Yo if it wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, a

Yo what up
this Wyclef with Mary J
I serenade the girls with
my accoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin
Yo fellas havin
problems with the chicks
I want you right
now to turn the
lights down low
Pull your girl up
next to you
I want you to sing
this to her
If death comes for
me tonight girl
I want you to know that
I love you
And no matter how tough
I wouldn't dare
Only to you
I would reveal my tears
So tell the police
I ain't home tonight
Messin around with
you is gonna get me life
But when I look
into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love
that my mom used to warn
me about
Man I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love
that the old folks used to
warn me about
Man I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
I need you all to do
me a favor
Someone please call 911
Tell them I just been
shot down
And the bullet's in my heart
And it's piercing through
my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
Somone please call 911
The alleged assalaint
Is my lover
And she shot
me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
So cold
Sometimes I feel like
I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here
for a while
And every breath
I fight to take
Is as hard as these
four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't
here tonight
Messin around with me is
gonna get you life
Oh yeah yeah
But everytime I look
into your eyes
Then it's worth
the sacrifice
If this is the kind of love
that your mom used to
warn you about
Man we are in trouble
You're in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love
that the old folks used to
warn me about
I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
You got anything to say girl
Someone please call 911
Tell them
I just got shot down
And it's piercing through
my soul
Feel my body getting cold
Someone please call 911

The alleged assalaint
Was my lover
And she shot me through
my soul
Feel my body getting cold
Wyclef and Mary J Blige
I know you're feeling
me girl
I know you understand

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

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

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

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

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

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

This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar I'ma send this one
out to the gentlemen's clubs
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man. Turn up my symphony
Drop a BEAT

Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make
her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance
shoes on We going to the disco We gonna
eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama
said I'm in love with a stripper, yo

Ten grand, let me see you shake it like
you got no bones in your body and you
was made to be a celebrity Twenty grand,
know it's a sin, but before me you show
me a little more skin it would fulfill my
fantasy Thirty grand, to the highest bidder
but Chris Rock said, 'There's no sex in
the champaigne room' Forty grand, looked
into her eyes, I saw tears falling down,
type of tears that money couldn't buy

Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make
her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance
shoes on We going to the disco We gonna
eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama
said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make
her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance
shoes on We going to the disco We gonna
eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama
Excuse me, what is your name?
said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Uh, my name is Hope, yo
I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses
Have you any idea how hard this is?
I could flex in 25 positions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser Table-top pleaser
Give me what I need a Mastercard a Visa
Lap dance fantasy Picture us on and on
white canopy Wyclef extended his hand to me
Like Billy D. said he's feelin me
Take me away from here, so far
Where they ride horses, no cars
No more stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make
her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance
shoes on We going to the disco We gonna
eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama
said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make
her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance
shoes on We going to the disco We gonna
eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama
said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls
fronting like the budweiser commercial
Talking bout, 'IIIIIII, I don't be going
to the strip joints' You lying man! You'd
be surprised who you see up in there man.
I got one question for you liars, man

Shot callers, Wasn't you a preacher?
You calling her a hooker? He without sin
cast the first stone. I met her on the
subway, she gave me that VIP card
And told me if I ever have problems,
Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make
her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance
shoes on We going to the disco We gonna
eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama
said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Just 'cuz she dances go-go It don't make
her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance
shoes on We going to the disco
Yo baby, can I get another lap dance?
I tell you I got nothing but funny money,
man. New York

Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do
You and

We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there
Lets go

Chorus
Whoa, whoa, whoa
See dat pussycat
[Repeat three times]

Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak
Feel me on this track
Girl let me spell out pussycat
Youre the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t
Thats Clef in the drop Lex
Keep the prophylactics for safe sex
Manicure, pedicure, human hair from the Korean stores
Ghetto cats, got your back
I keep a gat for the alley cats
Sexy cat, rough cat
Doggy style on the floor mat
But make sure you wear your mitten
Or pay child support for your kitten

Whats new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Chorus

Hold up wait a minute
To all my hood kitties
Dont you pull your claws
Therell be none of that on the dance floor
For the battle cats
I got metaphors
You dont wanna test
You got sweaty paws
Which part you dont understand
Dont let it be another cat scan
Talk a ice when my shine reacts
I leave you blind wit a cataract

Ay yo

But did anybody see my bobcat
Anybody
Its been three weeks and we still havent spoken
Oh, Lord
She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment
I said it wasnt mine
She said I was one cat that was lyin
So hey kitty-kitty meet me in the city
You know dogs we always on the gritty gritty
Freaky deaky in the pretty puddy-puddy
So baby girl let me ride the pony pony

Whats new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Chorus x 3

Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything
Put the blind fold on
Girl let me feel your tongue ring
Bling
Now Ima quick cat
B

Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do
You and

We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there
Lets go

Chorus
Whoa, whoa, whoa
See dat pussycat
[Repeat three times]

Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak
Feel me on this track
Girl let me spell out pussycat
Youre the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t
Thats Clef in the drop Lex
Keep the prophylactics for safe sex
Manicure, pedicure, human hair from the Korean stores
Ghetto cats, got your back
I keep a gat for the alley cats
Sexy cat, rough cat
Doggy style on the floor mat
But make sure you wear your mitten
Or pay child support for your kitten

Whats new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Chorus

Hold up wait a minute
To all my hood kitties
Dont you pull your claws
Therell be none of that on the dance floor
For the battle cats
I got metaphors
You dont wanna test
You got sweaty paws
Which part you dont understand
Dont let it be another cat scan
Talk a ice when my shine reacts
I leave you blind wit a cataract

Ay yo

But did anybody see my bobcat
Anybody
Its been three weeks and we still havent spoken
Oh, Lord
She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment
I said it wasnt mine
She said I was one cat that was lyin
So hey kitty-kitty meet me in the city
You know dogs we always on the gritty gritty
Freaky deaky in the pretty puddy-puddy
So baby girl let me ride the pony pony

Whats new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Chorus x 3

Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything
Put the blind fold on
Girl let me feel your tongue ring
Bling
Now Ima quick cat
B

Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do
You and

We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there
Lets go

Chorus
Whoa, whoa, whoa
See dat pussycat
[Repeat three times]

Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak
Feel me on this track
Girl let me spell out pussycat
Youre the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t
Thats Clef in the drop Lex
Keep the prophylactics for safe sex
Manicure, pedicure, human hair from the Korean stores
Ghetto cats, got your back
I keep a gat for the alley cats
Sexy cat, rough cat
Doggy style on the floor mat
But make sure you wear your mitten
Or pay child support for your kitten

Whats new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Chorus

Hold up wait a minute
To all my hood kitties
Dont you pull your claws
Therell be none of that on the dance floor
For the battle cats
I got metaphors
You dont wanna test
You got sweaty paws
Which part you dont understand
Dont let it be another cat scan
Talk a ice when my shine reacts
I leave you blind wit a cataract

Ay yo

But did anybody see my bobcat
Anybody
Its been three weeks and we still havent spoken
Oh, Lord
She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment
I said it wasnt mine
She said I was one cat that was lyin
So hey kitty-kitty meet me in the city
You know dogs we always on the gritty gritty
Freaky deaky in the pretty puddy-puddy
So baby girl let me ride the pony pony

Whats new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Chorus x 3

Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything
Put the blind fold on
Girl let me feel your tongue ring
Bling
Now Ima quick cat
B

[VERSE 1]
[WYCLEF:]
Excuse me, if you see me screaming
Deep in my mind, i'm only dreaming
cuz if i wake girl, and you're not by my side
i'd feel like half of me, is no longer alive
so please shorty, before you walk out that door
would you listen to my song

[CLAUDETTE:]
if only, i give you one last chance
with the devil, you can no longer dance
you got to be faithful, so we could be fruitful
build a family, and follow god faithfully
so just before i want to reply, i might listen to your song

[WYCLEF:]
ooh, before you walk out that door, listen

[CHORUS]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((yeeahh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
you promise me that you'll do the same

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
girl i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
((yeah baby))
I'm gonna show you

[VERSE 2]
[CLAUDETTE ((Wyclef)):]
I'm gonna say ((i understand))
that i forgive you
and i aint gonna forget
that you brought me ?? ((baby, baby, baby))

[WYCLEF:]
But i have grown
from a thug to a man
Build my castle with bricks
and no longer with sand
Oh Girl

[Claudette:]
And just, before I want to reply, baby
I might listen to your song

[Wyclef:]
Ooh, before you walk out that door, listen

[CHORUS 2]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight ((i don't wanna fight))
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((yeeahh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
you promise me that you'll do the same

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
and i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
I'm gonna show you

[BRIDGE]
[Claudette:]
I'm so used to the pain that I
Can't see the sunshine no more
I'm so used to the pain that the
the sickness feels like the cure

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
Ay, but if only you gave me
the keys to your soul
and let me in
i'm gonna love you
over ((over)), and over ((over)) again

[Wyclef & Claudette:]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[CHORUS 3]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight ((i don't wanna fight))
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((ohhh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night ((make love to me))
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
but promise me that you'll do the same

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
and i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
I'm gonna show you
((Show me, yeahhh))
I won't stay around the block no more
I'll come home early girl I promise

Yo what up
this Wyclef with Mary J
I serenade the girls with
my accoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin
Yo fellas havin
problems with the chicks
I want you right
now to turn the
lights down low
Pull your girl up
next to you
I want you to sing
this to her
If death comes for
me tonight girl
I want you to know that
I love you
And no matter how tough
I wouldn't dare
Only to you
I would reveal my tears
So tell the police
I ain't home tonight
Messin around with
you is gonna get me life
But when I look
into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love
that my mom used to warn
me about
Man I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love
that the old folks used to
warn me about
Man I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
I need you all to do
me a favor
Someone please call 911
Tell them I just been
shot down
And the bullet's in my heart
And it's piercing through
my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
Somone please call 911
The alleged assalaint
Is my lover
And she shot
me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
So cold
Sometimes I feel like
I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here
for a while
And every breath
I fight to take
Is as hard as these
four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't
here tonight
Messin around with me is
gonna get you life
Oh yeah yeah
But everytime I look
into your eyes
Then it's worth
the sacrifice
If this is the kind of love
that your mom used to
warn you about
Man we are in trouble
You're in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love
that the old folks used to
warn me about
I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
You got anything to say girl
Someone please call 911
Tell them
I just got shot down
And it's piercing through
my soul
Feel my body getting cold
Someone please call 911

The alleged assalaint
Was my lover
And she shot me through
my soul
Feel my body getting cold
Wyclef and Mary J Blige
I know you're feeling
me girl
I know you understand

Yo what up
this Wyclef with Mary J
I serenade the girls with
my accoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin
Yo fellas havin
problems with the chicks
I want you right
now to turn the
lights down low
Pull your girl up
next to you
I want you to sing
this to her
If death comes for
me tonight girl
I want you to know that
I love you
And no matter how tough
I wouldn't dare
Only to you
I would reveal my tears
So tell the police
I ain't home tonight
Messin around with
you is gonna get me life
But when I look
into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love
that my mom used to warn
me about
Man I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love
that the old folks used to
warn me about
Man I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
I need you all to do
me a favor
Someone please call 911
Tell them I just been
shot down
And the bullet's in my heart
And it's piercing through
my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
Somone please call 911
The alleged assalaint
Is my lover
And she shot
me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
So cold
Sometimes I feel like
I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here
for a while
And every breath
I fight to take
Is as hard as these
four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't
here tonight
Messin around with me is
gonna get you life
Oh yeah yeah
But everytime I look
into your eyes
Then it's worth
the sacrifice
If this is the kind of love
that your mom used to
warn you about
Man we are in trouble
You're in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love
that the old folks used to
warn me about
I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
You got anything to say girl
Someone please call 911
Tell them
I just got shot down
And it's piercing through
my soul
Feel my body getting cold
Someone please call 911

The alleged assalaint
Was my lover
And she shot me through
my soul
Feel my body getting cold
Wyclef and Mary J Blige
I know you're feeling
me girl
I know you understand

It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Don't matter if I bleed
You've been on a road
Don't know where it goes or where it leads

It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
If you've made up your mind to go
I won't beg you to stay
You've been in a cage
Throw you to the wind you fly away

It doesn't matter what I want
It doesn't matter what I need
It doesn't matter if I cry
Doesn't matter if I bleed
Feel the sting of tears
Falling on this face you've loved for years

This is the remix

The jeep's pump this new remix (uh huh)

This is the remix

Radio's play this remix

This is the remix

The Crups pump this remix

This is the remix

The Refugee's Camp have the remix

Destiny's child

We 'bout to set it

This is the remix

The streets pump the remix

This is the remix

Every project, come on, come on

Destiny's Child, hey



[Destiny's Child]

Boy I know you want me

I can see it in your eyes

But you keep on frontin'

Won't you say what's on your mind

Cuz each and every time I see you babe

You give me signs

But when I ask you what's the deal

You hold it all inside

If you wanna be with me

Ya gotta keep it real

Tell me what's going on

Tell me how you feel

Cuz boy I know you want me

Just as much as I want you

So come and get my love

It's all here for you



*You'll be saying no, no, no, no, no

When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You'll be saying no, no, no, no, no

When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You'll be saying no, no, no, no, no

When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You'll be saying no, no, no, no, no



When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you keep acting this way

You're gonna lose my love

I ain't got no time to play

You better hurry up

Cuz every time I come around

And cruise around your way

I see ya on the corner

But you don't know what to say

When I walk up to you baby

You seem so shy

What's the problem baby

Never had a girl like I

I can see right through you

And you know you wanna be mine

So get your act together

Cuz you're running out of time



*Repeat



Everytime I see you with your boys

You pretend as if you don't want me

When you get home

you call me on the phone

And tell me how much you care



Yo, close your eyes, shorty

You're guarenteed to be hypnotized

By the remix that Wyclef provides

I don't care about your size

Girl shake your thighs

All I'm trying to do

In the hood is stay alive

Make a little money with Destiny's Child

Thugs hear this song,

they dance they go wild

Like Texas, they movin' like

No limit soldiers

They went from a dream to the

Young supremes, sing it girls



*Repeat

*You make me wanna throw

my pager out the window

Tell MCI to cut the phone poles

Break my lease so i can move

Cuz your a bug-a-boo a bug-a-boo

I wanna put your number on the call block

Have AOL make my email stop

Cuz you a bug-a-boo your buggin

what ya buggin who ya buggin Me and

dont you see it aint cool



Its not hot

That you be callin me stressin me pagin

my beeper your juss nonstop

And its not hot

That you be leavin me messages

every ten mintues and then u stop by

When i first met you, you were cool

But it was game you had me fooled

Cuz 20 mintues after i gave you my number

you already had my mailbox full



So what

You bought a pair of shoes

What now i guess you think i owe you

You dont have to call as much as you do

I'd give em back to be through with you



And so what

My momma liked you

What now i guess you think i will too

Even if the pope said he liked you too

I dont really care cuz your a bug-a-boo



*Repeat



It not hot

That when im blocking your phone number

you call me over your best

friend's house

And its not hot

That i cant even go out with my girlfriends

without you tracking me down

You need to chill out with that mess

Cuz you can't keep having me stressed

Cuz everytime my phone rings

it seems to be you and im prayin that it is

someone else



I dont give a damn cuz your a bug-a-boo



*Repeat



When you callin me on the phone

your buggin me

When your following me around

your buggin me

Everything you do be buggin me

Your buggin me your buggin me

When you show up at my door

your buggin me

When you open up your mouth

your buggin me

Everytime i see your face your buggin me,

your buggin me, your buggin me



*Repeat

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.

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

*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)

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

*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)

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)

[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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Repeat

We used to be number 10
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)

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

The sweetest thing I've ever known
Was like the kiss on a collar bone
The soft caress of happiness
The way you walk, your style of dress
I wish I didn't get so weak
Ooo baby, just to hear you speak
Makes me argue just to see
How much your in love with me

See, like a queen, a queen upon her throne
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I've known
It was the sweet, sweetest thing I've known

I get mad when you walk away
So I tell you leave when I mean stay
Warm as the sun dipped in black
Fingertips on small of my back
More valuable than all I own
Like your precious, precious, precious, precious baby dark skin tone
It was the sweet, the sweetest thing I've known
Was the

I..... I try to explain
(I can't explain it, I can't explain it)
I..... but baby it's in vain

Sneaking on my mother's phone
The touch that makes me think I'm grown
Sweet prince of the ghetto
Your kisses taste like Armaretto
Intoxicating (intoxicating), oohh, so intoxicating (intoxicating)
How sad, how sad that all things come to an end
But then again
I, I'm not alone

It was the sweet, sweetest thing I've known
It was the sweet, sweetest thing I've known

I..... sometimes watch you in your sleep
I..... excuse me if I get too deep
It was the sweet, sweetest thing I've known

Can we go, can we go, can we go
I've been here a long time
Seeing the same kinda things go on
Over and over
What I got on my mind won't really take too long
So tell me if you're open
For taking a ride for an hour or two
Make it fast or make it slow
Baby, that's all that I'm asking of you
Break my heart if you say no


I wonder can we go for a ride
With ya baby
I wanna ride with ya, baby
Go for a ride with you
I wonder can we go for a ride
With ya baby
Go for a ride with you
I'll meet you in the morning
So we can make it last all day
Sunrise 'til sundown
You just say you're coming
I'll bring music for along the way
Cruising to the sweet sounds
Baby, if you don't feel like talking
Baby, that's all right
I'll just sit beside you
And watch the world go by


I need to go, I want to go
I need to go, with ya baby
Far away, so far away
Seeing that I don't have it easy
I don't live no simple life
Telling you it's not hard to please me
You know how to make it right
And as crazy as it seems
Come on and help me change my mood
Baby I know you got the means
So what do ya have to lose

I wanna go outside, go outside, go outside, in the rain.


One (Tiny)&
58;
I wanna go outside, in the rain,
Oh, I said I wanna, I wanna go outside, in the rain.
Cause I, I think I'm gonna cry,
Cause I, I don't want you to see me cry,
No, no, no, no.

I wanna go outside, oh I wanna go, in the rain,
It may sound crazy, but I wanna,
I wanna go outside, yes I do, in the rain.
Hear me out,
Hey, hey, hey.


Two (Kandi)&
58;
Once the rain starts falling on my face,
Then you won't to see, a single trace.
Right now I think I'm cryin',
Because of you I'm dying.
Don't want you to see me cry,
Let me go, let me go, let me go.

I just wanna go outside, in the rain,
Oh, baby, oh I just wanna,
Oh, don't want you to see me this way,
In the rain,
Oh, that's why, I've gotta go.


Three (Tiny)&
58;
Once the sun comes out,
And the rain is gone away,
I know I'm gonna see a better day.
Right now, I think I'm dyin',
Because of you, I'm cryin',
Don't want you to see me cry,
Let me go, let me go, let me go.

Hey hey hey hey.
In the rain,
I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go,
(May sound crazy, may sound crazy).

I wanna go outside, go outside, go outside, in the rain,
(Oh I just wanna go),
I've gotta go outside, yeah,
I've just gotta hide the tears,
In the rain.
I don't want you to know,
(May sound crazy, may sound crazy)
Oh, yeah.
I wanna go outside, go outside, go outside, in the rain,
Can't let you see me like this,
No baby, I don't want you to know,
I don't want you to know, that I'm cryin,
Crying, over you.
In the rain,
I don't want you to know,
(May sound crazy, my sound crazy)
Can't let you see me, I can't let you see me cryin',
I wanna go outside, go outside, go outside, in the rain.
No no, no no, oh, yeah,
I gotta go, yeah,
I've gotta go,
I, I, I, I've gotta go, outside,
In the rain.
Baby, you wouldn't understand if I told you

I thought I was protecting myselfSee I held everything that I feltIf I knew you were digging meLike I was, feeling you babyI woulda laid it on the lineEvery thought I held insideStill I was a fool, to wait this longTo let you know that*I can't get enough of youI can't get enough of youCan't get enough, don't wanna, stop loving youI was anticipating, changes in, your personalityWhen things weren't, what they seemedMy pride got the best of meShe was my way of getting byAnd I keep asking myself whyAnd will I lose you over a meaningless nightWhen you're the only woman I want* Repeat (x2)Can't get enoughCan't get enoughCan't get enough, don't wanna stop loving you* Repeat (x3)

INTRO:
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh
I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo

HOOK:
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*

[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" [AHHH!]
Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET
You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, y'all aint MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin about Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full Force
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Grandma yell, CD player number two
Shadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"

HOOK

[Verse 2]
We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack
How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are, eight bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards
You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met
First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
Yeah you could fight, in the WWF
Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters
Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me from the devil
They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
Some MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above ground
Counting English pounds
I tell ya what, success don't come overnight
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite
Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice
That's when I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit they man, screamin "I hate life"
Baby girl look in the opposite direction
Cuz my class is the *Misedu...*

HOOK

(Intro)
I'm only eight
I got no choice but to sling crack

Yo who you pushin weight for
Dog I ain't no rat
Cause rats get found in the back of garbage trucks
With they mouth taped up
Lookin like sittin ducks
Well you don't look like a sittin duck and your mouth ain't taped up
What more small the market, Clef
You get stuck up
With what
From a fiend
I just bought a twenty-two
Now it's funny you should say that
Cause the gun looks bigger than you
Now get your ass back in the house
Shut up!
**
From BK back to NJ
Crouchin tiger style
Let's go

[Continuous Humming]
Feel it
Feel it
Peace God
Chorus
Peace God
You gave me the voice to speak, God
Speak God
Wyclef Jean bout to hit the streets hard
Peace God
Peace
You gave me the voice to speak, God
Masquerade- my message to the streets, y'all
Repeat
Yo peace God
These words came from a revelation
Whether you free or you going through incarceration
Inhale, exhale herbal meditation
Put the fire arms away
Cause we don't want no confrontation
Not me, I'm talkin bout you jerk
Cause when you die your life ain't even worth the paperwork
So, peace God, even through war we bring peace
And after the blood shed then your first son deceased
And you will understand I'm the beginning of the end
The alpha, omega, the present, and the future
So hold on to your winchester
Cause the hollow tip penetrate lead through your polyester
Peace God, even though we ice the wrist
Guzzle the fifth
Protect us with a crucifix, Lord
And bless me with an extra clip
So just in case one jam release my twin from my waistband

[Chorus x 2]

Ay, yo peace God
I ain't tryin' to see the graveyard
But in this game of life I was dealt the wrong card
I wasn't born this way it just came to be
Sellin crack through a alley where the fiends rally
Where the dealer was the president
And the fiend was the voter so they voted for the government
And stick ups was only natural
It seem every other day a new gun pointed at you
Peace God
Yo only God got the answer
And sorry bout ya mom dyin of cancer
But congratulations, I heard you no longer a runner
You a big man now, the black Tony Montana
But watch out cause I heard wealth bring envy
Trust me I did sing for the Kennedies
Until we meet again feel my words through my pen
And stay pure in the city of sin

[Chorus x 2]
[Humming]
[Chorus x 2]

(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day

Yo if it wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin on a corner - watch you approach
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya rope
Run for brokes with the cash and the jewels
Bows-eye, I hold my breath when I shoot
The reason you should hold ya breath; cuz most thugs
when they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left
Now they flesh being swept off the surface
If you ain't B.I.G., you ain't Notorious
So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat
Someone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleep
Weight beneath Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath
Don't matter if you use a desert eagle as your armor
Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project slums
Another one in the obituary column son

*(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
(PJ's) I gotta make noise for the PJ's
Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
The PJ's! PJ's

Before I was signed, I used to move on the block
All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Line for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight line
to prison - and take a message to Shyne
Peace God from the PJ's to Ground Zero
It's a "Hardknock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk with a shadow through ghettos, playin in every borough
You would think rap was rock they way I carry heavy metal
It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin
"Team Spirit" grippin the shottie like Kurt Cobaine
In the projects God, nuttin come easy
Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasy
Move like a professional, young thug funeral
Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi commercial?
Nah it's the art of war, when you least expected it
Wyclef the president, the PJ's elected him

* Repeat

Yeah, and to the teachers that said I wouldn't live
and my remains would be found under the Verizano Bridge
Well I'm alive teach! So put ya theory to rest
I ain't Makaveli but I might fake my death
Make no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist
Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it
Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it
Cuz in the PJ's we undergroudn like black markets
The 'P' stand for public housing
The 'R's for respect that ya get, when ya hold down ya set
The 'O's for ounces that we flip into ki's
The 'J's for the judgement handed by the ju-ry
The 'E' is for enter, at your own risk
You know the 'C' - that's for the cats that's out to get rich
And the 'T'... trust no one
And the 'S' is for the snitchers - you know the outcome...

* Repeat

I started off in the underground
From mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound
Blowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakers
Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency's off the meter
Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok
I'm ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock
Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks
I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?"
Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's
That's when the Angel came to you and said "It's all a Masquerade"
Eyes with no faces, speakers with no lace
I feel that Earth's spinnin, but I'm standin in the same space
With no trace of what happened last night
I seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipe
Now I'm watching TV, my antennae was a close hanger
Blurry vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner
Flip the data, the kids was wearin bandanas
Totin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongata
Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure
The romantic type like the movie "Castle Blanca"
Herbs, sell 'em once, got busted by undercover
Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver
That's when I realize I need to find a new hustle
Living in the jungle to get taught became my muscle
I strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucified
I thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptized
Now behold, I heard you sold 20 mill'
But with no street credibility, your overkill
You ain't real, talkin bout keep it gangsta
Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you
Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles
And if that ain't enought, I call Henchman's to linch you
Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest bless you
But in the after life, I'ma still touch you
Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in
That's when the center man greets you with the face of Satan
Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale
That's when the warden say "I wanna welcome you to hell"
Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times up
I seen him cut from his head to his nuts
You wish you wouldn't, wish you couldn't, wish it got to me
Cause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hear
Back to the silence, no more droppin science
Er'body rappin about diamonds and violence
And they ain't are's, all they do is charge credit cards
And when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars
Now how you figure? I ain't rent a car
I wasn't at the spa, I ain't by the bar
Now here's a jewel when you get your first record deal
Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal
First Class, caviar in the vel'
In the new S Class with the Jordan wheels
Remember, the music in the streets like the streets
You know the cold of the streets, er'body tryin to eat
The evidence is concrete, I'm tired of the same song
You take me how, you must be high off heroin
Sharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10
Rappers, I'ma murder y'all with your own medicine
I move with faith, I never have doubt
I'm so hungry you will think I'm just coming out
But I been here before, from "Blun" to "The Score"
To "The Carnival", Ecleftic World Tour
I'm causin whores, waitin in the back doors
They want me to rock they boat and shift they more short
That's when the Father said "Take me to this lesson"
They wanna cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson
I felt that, so I went back to my format
Raps and backpack, gats for carjacks
Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don't want that
And for the DJ's, here's something y'all can scratch
Technique 12, Benito hits the watts
Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packed
Now sing along like a negro spiritual
No one got shot tonight, it's a miracle
What's this I hear, y'all wanna take my spot?
You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlock
I'm too focused, I can see through your lens
You ain't a G, just a wanna be, Kingpin said...
"The next time, y'all wanna pay for protection
I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilians"

[Outro]
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars, 80 scars
80 bars

The streets is mad right now (Tell em' why we mad!)
Rappers whatever you call yourselves pack your bags and get outta town
(Get outta town! Get out!)
Cause I'ma strike down on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the hood
I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back! (Waiya!)
Uh, Refugees One time, M.O.P. (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the world is in trouble, come on (Oh, oh)
Yo, you're number one on the charts! (You're a masquerade!)
Paying for your Billboard slots! (You're a masquerade!)
Because the block knows hot! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)

I'm on first so this ain't a rap verse it's more like a voodoo curse
So when you die kids'll throw rocks at your hearse
Cause you lie too much you ain't got no gat at your arms reach
Just aimed it at your headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs
Hold up we just saw you on your BET, your MTV
Your public access channel talkin' bout 'I'm a thug!'
You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scared Hannibal
But when the blackout came, no lights for your candles
So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade
And I'ma call it like I see it and ya'll livin in a masquerade
Even though Jacob iced you out with the bagette
Money with no respect, that makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through Brownsville You wan't peace, you better
call Churchill
If not feel Clef when he connects with M.O.P. family
And plays guitar at your eulogy
You wanna claim you run the blocks! (You're a masquerade!)
Givin' information to the cops! (You're a masquerade!)
Howc ome you've never seen a rock! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)

Uh, uh, uh Now you grimey little bastards line up, times up, I'm up
(They see it) William Danze'll show you how to get it crunk
(I'm still) plottin' with Fox (to death) I do it with Clef
(Forever) We're world mackin' thats to the death
Nigga blast (blast) blast royalty you dumpsters better get back
Before you get a setback and get clapped That's it and that's that,
Clap!
(Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!
Blow! Blow!)
Now I'm gone nigga haul that Take all that and fall back

I kick too much ass (kick ass) to rock shoes by Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah) We still ? down shit
The street don't want that watered down shit
Nigga Fame we clear the whole stage (uh)
You don't wanna ride niggas we got road rage!

*Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!)
Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!)
That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)

I'm here, I'm here Sixteen bars of murder here murder baby this ain't
a facade
Niggas pumping they fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' emcees I bring it hard
Don't make me split your chest and pull your guard
R&B singer the greatest and now barred
Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties
Got more bombs left you punk niggas
Reach to shake the Bumpy hand you got no arms left
You ain't a pimp nigga you ain't a mack
You keep bitches in the house all day I keep them on the track
Drinkin' coke cold wearin' long mink coats black
Hear them twelve inch stillettos tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain't a part
Of shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hard
I keep the underground in shape and never be soft
You wanna make it like the fat naked bitches turnin' me off!

*Repeat

Miri Ben-Ari won't you take 'em to the middle east

Uh uh uh (uh) uh (uh) Uh (uh) uh uh (uh) uh (uh)
Uh uh (uh) uh (uh) yeah (uh) Yeah (yeah) yeah (uh) yeah (yeah) waiya!

Yo this is Jimmy Henchman and you wouldn't wanna be in what I be in
Now if you want management, 1-800-Henchman, boy
Straight up on 93.1 Masquerade

Wyclef, Butch Cassidy, Sharissa
What up
Unnnnnh!
From the West Indies to the West Coast
Callabo
You say keep it gangsta

*But when the beef come, you're the first to run (YOU SAY KEEP IT
GANGSTA)
Yo, that ain't your gun, it belongs to... (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
You roll with a hundred, but when the beef come don't nobody want it
(Gangster, la la la la, la la la la)

I want to dedicate this chant to my people locked down livin life in
the yard
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Keep a shank boofed up in their tape just in case a thug wanna play
hard
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
All this ice-grillin talk bout you King of New York, now you wanna
call a guard
(THAT AIN'T GANGSTA)
But it's too late when the guard show up
cause your body's going straight to the morgue (KEEP IT GANGSTA)

*Repeat

I wanna dedicate this jam to the ladies holdin spots when they
fellows lock down
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Keep a glock in they pocket blowin shots till they pray I'm in town
(KEEP IT GANGSTA)
And to the snitch that ratted on rich the streets got you 16 rounds
(THAT AIN'T GANGSTA)
But theres only one place for a gully rat, six feet under the ground
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
I'm gon keep it gangsta (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
La la la la, la la la la (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)

*Repeat just third line

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Yo, stop with the posin
Y'all ain't really holdin I'm about to open, a chapter of the Omen
Casket, closin, bodies, frozen I've, been chosen, y'all forsaken
Ante up, so the chains get taken
Flash backs of the rock season in the making
Ain't no more MC'n, ice is just gleamin
And you wonder why you got robbed,
cause your life had no meaning, fake gangsta (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)

*Repeat

Nobody, nobody, nobody
(YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)

Now what would you do if Henchman's came for you? (GANGSTA)
9 out of 10 times you would flea your crew (GANGSTA)
So people your lying say you running these streets (YOU SAY KEEP IT
GANGSTA)
You better watch out cause they have heat (GANGSTA)
Now what would you do if Big Jack came for you? (GANGSTA)
9 out of 10 times you would leave your crew (GANGSTA)
So people your lying say you running these streets (GANGSTA)
You better watch out cause they have heat

Gangsta I'm gonna keep it gangsta
You say keep it gangsta
La la la la, la la la la
You say keep it gangsta
Gangsta You say keep it gangsta

Yo it's a lot a tension on this dance floor right now
A lot a thugs
A lot a thugettes
A lot a sets
A lot a projects
A lot a hungry people
I can't take this pressure no more
I gotta scream for the people, man
Ay Ay

*To my killers in the club wit the burners that be screamin out blow
Ain't no need to shoot tonight
To my ladies that be shakin they ass to that Wyclef sound
We gon get in crunk tonight
To my ballers and my ballettes that be comin to the party high style
Y'all better watch y'all jewels tonight

If you smoke like I smoke in your high life everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Yo you don't wanna beef cause if I pull artillery
You and your man'll be sorry
Cause I ain't come for war
I just came to dance
So grab a shorty Let's party today
You and I know that you can't win
That's why you standin by the bouncer for protection
Clef ain't the one for the testin
You better off steppin before I clay your section
Anyway
Back to the girls that keep it movin
Teflon keep it groovin We got you in the mood-n
After the club we can take a ride
I got this new G5 on dubs outside
Yo you can call your crew and I can call my crew
and we could do this every weekend
Cause if you party like I party dem niggas call 911 everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

*Repeat

If you ain't from my hood you get robbed like every day
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, anyway
Now the night is through girl what you wanna do
Like Bubba Sparxxx let's get ugly
You and I know that you want this
So tell your girls follow us in they Lexus
Back to the Delano, the W, the Sheraton, the Mondrian
It's the after party
If you drink like I drink then you drunk like everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Ay yo, Clef, pass dem keys dog
You toe down, baby, Ay Ay

*Repeat

If you smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday
I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

It's funny how the Earth rotates, man you never know what's
going to happen, ya know mean?
All I said was "Aiight, I got this chiki bang bang dang da dang"
Then it all got it started for me, man
Yo, man I'm just getting back from the tour, man
What it be like, man? Yo, bust it, turn me up
Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
make it anywhere else, man
Somehow I believe that shhhh

*Oh, what a night
Late December, 1993 (what happened?)
Who thought he would rule the industry?
What an MC on the grind

Yo, I ain't always have whips, I ain't always have yachts
I ain't always have chips, I ain't always have rocks
Matta fact I was a grimey little negro
Who said if music didn't work, I'd sell diesel
What cha'll thought, I wasn't raised in the projects?
First of the month waitin for that PA check
Lived on the first floor Were so poor that if you rung the buzzer
the roaches would answer the door (who is it?)
I went from boy to man in one night
When I saw my life flash like light from poltergeist
What made it worse, I couldn't speak English
But from his facial expressions, he wanted my Adidas
So hurry up and come out and play
I'll be damned if I leave bare-footed in this hallway
And I got big plans, so beg your pardon
Cause next year this time I'ma sell out the Garden

*Repeat

Yo, yo, I ain't gonna brag and boast and say I did it all
But I'm the only rapper to play Carnegie Hall
The first rap group, video cost a million
First rapper to ever rep for the Haitians
And sa fa say, na boolay Grammy night, we took 3 away
22 million sold, I can't believe this
There's still ain't a rapper alive who could achieve this
But I ain't satisfied, when back to my home contemplating
How could I become the next Quincy Jones?
That's when Jerry hit me up on the horn and said
"Clef, your on the cover of
the cover of The Source by The Rolling Stones"
No more struggling, good life we loving it
You could live it too, if you only publish it
So here we go, so what's the scenario?
I own so many cars that I'm renting 'em for videos

*Repeat (x2)

(Wyclef ad Libs)

Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do
You and

We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there
Lets go

Chorus
Whoa, whoa, whoa
See dat pussycat
[Repeat three times]

Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak
Feel me on this track
Girl let me spell out pussycat
Youre the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t
Thats Clef in the drop Lex
Keep the prophylactics for safe sex
Manicure, pedicure, human hair from the Korean stores
Ghetto cats, got your back
I keep a gat for the alley cats
Sexy cat, rough cat
Doggy style on the floor mat
But make sure you wear your mitten
Or pay child support for your kitten

Whats new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Chorus

Hold up wait a minute
To all my hood kitties
Dont you pull your claws
Therell be none of that on the dance floor
For the battle cats
I got metaphors
You dont wanna test
You got sweaty paws
Which part you dont understand
Dont let it be another cat scan
Talk a ice when my shine reacts
I leave you blind wit a cataract

Ay yo

But did anybody see my bobcat
Anybody
Its been three weeks and we still havent spoken
Oh, Lord
She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment
I said it wasnt mine
She said I was one cat that was lyin
So hey kitty-kitty meet me in the city
You know dogs we always on the gritty gritty
Freaky deaky in the pretty puddy-puddy
So baby girl let me ride the pony pony

Whats new pussycat
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Chorus x 3

Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything
Put the blind fold on
Girl let me feel your tongue ring
Bling
Now Ima quick cat
B

For midnight lovers only
A slow jam exclusive
Hot 93.1

I'm just sittin' here playin' the guitar

City High, Claudette and 'Clef

Ehh, excuse me
If you see me screamin'
Deep in my mind
I'm only dreamin'
Cuz if I wake girl
And your not by my side
I feel like half of me
Is no longer alive
So please shorty,
Before you walk out that door, booby
Would you listen to my song?

If only, I give you one last chance (one last chance)
Wit the devil you can no longer advance
You've got to be faithful
So we could be fruitful
Build a family
And follow God's destiny
So just before I run to the block, papi
I might listen to your song

BOO, before you walk out that door listen

*They say two wrongs don't make a right
Don't make it right
So if I'm wrong, I ain't tryna fight
I'm tryna have some dinner wit some candlelight
Yeah, yea
Lay up in tha bed and make love all night
So papi I won't leave, maybe I'll just stay
But promise me that you'll do the same
Girl I'ma love you, like I never loved you
Touch me, like you never touched me
Yo, if you give me the chance girl, I'm gone show you

Now baby, understand (I understand)
That I forgive you
But I ain't gone forget
That you brought me a reason

Baby, baby, baby, baby
But I have grown
From a thug into a man
Built my castle with bricks,
And no longer with sand
Oh girl

Then just before I run to the block baby,
I might listen to your song

BOO, before you walk out that door listen

They say two wrongs don't make a right
Don't make it right
So if I'm wrong, I ain't tryna fight
I don't wanna fight
I'm tryna have some dinner wit some candlelight
Yeah, yea
Lay up in tha bed and make love all night
So papi I won't leave, maybe I'll just stay
But promise me that you'll do the same
Girl I'ma love you, like I never loved you
Touch me, like you never touched me
Yo, if you give me the chance girl, I'm gone show you

I'm so used to rain
That I can't see the sunshine no more
I'm so used to the pain that the
The sickness heals like a cure

But only if you gave me the keys to your soul
And let me in, I'm gonna love you over
Over
And over
Over
Again
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, Ohh

They say two wrongs don't make a right
Don't make it right!
So if I'm wrong, I ain't tryna fight
I don't wanna fight, no, whoa, oh
I'm tryna have some dinner wit some candlelight
Yeah, yea, make love to me!
Lay up in tha bed and make love all night
So papi I won't leave, maybe I'll just stay
But promise me that you'll do the same
Girl I'ma love you, like I never loved you
Touch me, like you never touched me
Yo, if you give me the chance girl, I'm gone show you

Show me, yeaa

I aint gon stay on tha block no more girl
I'ma come home early girl, I promise

Who goes there

Hello, yes, am I on the air

Fo sho, live and clear, baby

Hi, this is Kwaliah, I would like to request a song

Make it quick or get the click, mama

I wanna hear I'm a th, what's that shh
That Thug Like Me, Kwa

Alright Instant Request, Masquerade Hot 93.1, baby

This joint right here It goes out for the fellas
Creepin in the lady's home when they man ain't home
Ladies help me say

*If you ain't treatin your girlfriend right Trust me when I tell you this
One day you won't be missed Someone will replace your kiss
You wanna be hardcore Like the rapper Jadakiss
Or a thug like me will be up in your house
Cookin breakfast in the morning
I know you heard these words before
But you never heard em quite like this
You gon find yourself livin all by yourself
Who woulda ever thought wit a stranger she would share her wealth
Now a stranger like me is lyin under her sheets

This is a warning red alert emergency
If you can't find your girl that means she's here wit me
She said you had an argument So I brought her roses
You know what comes next when the door closes
You don't like her smile So you treat her foul
You only give her attention when I'm on the prowl
And now your guilty conscience got you actin wild
And now you wanna flip mode like you Busta Rhymes

*Repeat

This is a warning red alert emergency
If you can't find your girl she's at work wit me
Yo we eatin brunch while you havin lunch
You don't even call to see what she wants
You don't like her smile so you treat her foul
You only give her attention when I'm on the prowl
And now your guilty conscience got you actin wild
And now you wanna flip like you Busta Rhymes

*Repeat

This is a warning
It's a radar warning
My dogs I'm talking to you right now
You need to hold her and console her
Never, never, never be afraid to tell her that you love her

*Repeat

Get on the phone and call your girlfriend right now
You shoulda listened to her (Shoulda listened to her)
You shoulda listened to her (Shoulda listened to her)
Oh, you should listen to her (Sometimes you should listen to her)
Take her out for dinner (Shoulda listened to her)
Take her to the movies (Shoulda listened to her)
She lookin groovy (Shoulda listened to her)
That kinda girl ready (Shoulda listened to her)
Yo you should listen to her (Shoulda listened to her)
Sometimes just listen to her (Shoulda listened to her)
Listen to her (Shoulda listened to her)
Sometimes just listen to her (Shoulda listened to her)

Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(I'm sure y'all heard about my dad(
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(This one goes out for everybody that lost somebody)
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(Be strong) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy

Now I understand what Scarface meant
When he said I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die
Never in my deepest thoughts that I would imagine
I would be the one carrying a coffin
Yo I feel like a orphan even though I got a mom
I'm the first born so I gotta play strong
Memories of the past bout when we cried when we laughed
It makes it hard, dad, for me to finish write this paragraph
I remember when we all shoved snow frost bites and all
Temperature forty below
You used to call me lazy cause I said it was too cold
But you would go in the crib fix me a fresh cup a cocoa
I can't front
I wish there was a sequel of the sixth sense
So I could see dead people
I'm so hurt, dad
I can't cry no more
But I know that you're knockin on heaven's door, Peace

Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(Rest in peace, dad)
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(All my people live on)
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(Rest in peace, dad)
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy

Look into my eyes Realize I'm the same man my father was
Y'all can tell by my Pink Cadillac
The way I clean my ride Old grim tilted to the side
But what I loved most was when the God philosophize
About the philosophies of life in its reality
Keep the right mentality Don't fall into vanity
Sometime I feel like he standin watchin over me
Whisperin in my ear, baby boy, I'm still here
I heard him said I'm the shadow right beside you
And if you confused, son, I'm there to guide you
And even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil
For the Lord is wit me
But don't forget that your mom's in your hands
You two were so close That I finally understa nd
And here's a message to your brothers and your sisters
I'ma miss em No matter what I'ma be wit em Peace

Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(To my dad, rest in peace)
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(I guess I'll see you at the resurrection)
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(To all my people that lost somebody)
Da--a, daddy, daddy, daddy
(Put the lighters in the air)
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(Oh, daddy Oh, daddy)
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(Oh, yeah, yeah, I need you, daddy)
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(Oh, oh)
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(Daddy)
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy

I remember playin my guitar in the projects
Playin in the PJ's
A product of the environment
Pour some liquor for those who passed away
I told my mom I'ma get up out of da hood
Mama, My dad taught me the American dream, baby
You can be anything that you wanna be
If I did it y'all could do it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mama, take these guns away from here
Mama, I can't shoot them anymore
Cease fire I feel a dark cloud coming over
So poor, so dark It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door

To Biggie Smalls and Tupac
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
Hip-Hop To Freaky Tah and Big Heavy, Lost boy
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
Yeah And to the Princess Aaliyah
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To my brother Big Pun Terror Squad
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Would someone take these guns away from here
Take these guns from the street, Lord
I can't shoot my brothers anymore
I seen a thug cry I feel a dark cloud coming over me
Over me It feels like
It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door
So sing along street children

We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
And to my daddy that passed away Rest in peace
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To the God, Fred Jordan, we're And put the Fugees on
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To my people doin time We're Locked up
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door

Crypts and Bloods, Latin peace
Please just chill wit the violence
Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
I'm asking y'all please chill wit the violence
Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence
Whoa

We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To my people in the Twin Tower
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
And to my soldiers in the Pentagon
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
New York New York New York New York New York

Mama To my people in the streets
I'm talkin to you now
Please put down your heat
Oh Lord
To my brothers that's on the corner
Oh God
Ay get out quick or you too will be knockin on heaven's door

If you could see them
The bullet riddle brothers you thought were brave
The thugs, the gangstas
If you could hear them right now as they knock on heaven's door
They would tell you straight up
Stop the sh-t
The shootin, the bangin
Too many tears
Too many wakes
Too many twenty-five to lifes
And wake up
They're up there right now talkin to you in tongues of fire
For the love of life
Stop it
Yo, if you don't stop, I'm gonna get you before you get yourself

This has been Philipe Luciano broadcasting live on Hot 93.1 Masquerade
Holla

Light is in the air right now
Two thousand and two rebel music
The saga continues Listen, children

What's the problem in Manhattan
Every ten men they look like Bin Laden
So I have problems when I go to the airport
First thing they do they wanna ask me for my passport
The said Wyclef we love the Fugees the score
But did anybody give you any strange package to bring on board
I was like 'no'
Here comes your national guards
This look like a scene from the movie Star Wars
One foot in, one foot out standing in the airplane
I'm on tour I'm on my way to Japan
First class, dark shades Let the fuschia out bed
I want to sleep but keep my eyes on the cock pit
Why just think they stay target- the pilot
We gonna take over the plane
Like the Los Angeles riot
Riot Riot
The Middle East The Middle East
The street pack more heat than the Middle East
The Middle East The Middle East
When will the violence sleep in the Middle East
The Middle East
The street pack more heat than the Middle East
The Middle East The Middle East
When will the violence
Say peace Say peace
We don't want no war no more
Let me hear the streets Peace, oh peace
We don't want no war no more
Let me hear the Middle East now
Peace, now peace, oh peace, oh peace
We don't want no war no more
Let me hear the USA say peace
Say peace Lord, peace
We don't want no war no more (7x)
Ay, peace Oh peace
We don't want no war no more
No, no let me hear you say
Peace, peace,
Say peace, say peace
We don't want no war no more
No, no, no, no
Say peace, oh peace
We don't want no war no more
No more riots
Riots riots
Riots Riots
Riots Riot

We gon send this out for every street DJ
This is somethin for the mix shows
Mix shows

You don't wanna go outside
Because the thugs are outside
They bustin slugs outside
So you don't wanna go outside

Let's go
Uh, I'm outside lookin in
I could feel it through the wind
From the streets' shore
I could see the shark's fin
They ain't eat nuttin in a week
And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete
So run your juice
Pit bulls drew
They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof
Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation
You just a rat handin out information
You wanna run and said Clef took my paper
Clef ain't take your paper
Clef is just a narrator
Think I'm a singer
I'ma have you call a operator
911 now you breavin through a respiratior
All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside
You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side
So think before you speak or blood is go leak
You shouldn't have no problems understandin
I ain't speakin Greek

I need a hundred grand
And I ain't talkin bout no candy bar
Take over your strip like it's Candahar
You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars
That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard
I got gooms that stand on guard
Post up waitin wit the toaster
Hit you from close up
Bare face
No black mask
No silencers
On the burners everybody hear da gat blast
Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators
I got power like generators
Slugs wit names on it
The message I send to haters
In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors
Me and my men for paper
We don't fear the morgue
Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve
You can't stop the shine
Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime
For real

The flows is death defyin
Act real and ya neck be flyin
Brains and guts like I was savin private Ryan
Test the iron
And I show you a wall, cat
That's filled wit bodies
See where your balls at, if you all dat
And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies
And yours could be the next
Number 19, erased out the projects
I progress everyday I'm livin this life
I won't stop till I'm buried, dog
I'm livin it right
Just gimme the price and I'm willin to take a chance
I keep it ass hard
Cause this sh― in my pants
And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics
You feelin the physical form as well as the spirit
Don't try to compare it
Just listen and love to hear it
And if it's fire you know not to come near it
I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil
Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you

Check, G.O.D. put it down like it's burnin hot
Execute you on the spot no warnin shot
Comin Timothy McVay I burn down your block
First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock
I got no competition
Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror
Keep wishin
Keep fishin
Get a hundred and fifty stitches
Your last rights
Last meal
Last wishes
This is summin for the mix shows
They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable
Toast bottles in blue
The hydropronic goose
I spit ten words blow you to molecules
I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles
It's the jewel
Whatever I could see I could be
I saw hip-hop became a MC
Then I saw the streets became a OG
Then I learn to see myself became G.O.D.

We get them packs off often
I'm on da block where it's scorchin
The life that I live'll make you nauseous
Most of our n―gs see a coffin
Most of our ?Cish see abortions
Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma
This is summin for the mix shows
Where you and your mama, grandmama, and great-grandmama live out the same drama
Where you and your father, father's fathers, great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow
I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime
The city look ?Cish they changed the skyline
And it's us against swine and they loosin they mind
In the van with my grind
And thirst to gimme time
I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine
My design's undefined
I'm clearly one of a kind
It's best you realize only the fittest survive
For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside

You don't wanna come outside
Masquerade
Its Blaques outside
Fam and Prolific, we all outside
So you don't wanna come outside
Refugee

Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street DJ that ain't getting no real radio airplay
You know I mean
That's comin on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin
That got da streets on lock

This generation

Men Wyclef

Gad?Elizabetch fach?Elizabeth pas fach?non
Li di s?pa ou k?li vl?S?n? t? gren lap tan
Li di s?bab boy yo lap tan
Li renmen dreadlocks yo
Pou li kapab dans?Li renmen jan nou mix?
Chorus:
Kompa direc direc direc
Nou mix?l avec on ti reggae reggae reggae
Apr?sa nou m??hip-hop sou li
L??men nou si nou repr?ent?pou Haiti
Encor, encor, kompa direc direc direc
Nou mix?l avec on ti jagon
n-ga-gap, n-gu?gue, n-gou-gou
n-ga-gap, n-gu?gue, n-gou-goooooou
釪釪釪釪yyyyy
Men yo, men yo
Men MVP yo
Most Valuable Player
S?pa basketball nap jou?S?kompa nap mat?Men non, Men non
Men MVP a
Most Valuable Player
S?pa football nap jou?S?kompa nap mat?
Gad?jan tout moun conten
Kan kou l?ou jwen ch? ou vendredi
Papa'm t?kon travaille nan yon factory
Pendan mon onc Reynold tap jou?New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
City, City

Chorus

Blow, blow, blow
Nou pa p?Vin ak zam
Nou pa p?S?dans?Nou vin dans?Belle fi
Nou vin caress?Si-vou-pl?Avanc?S?f??Nou vin f??Ou pa pal?kreyol
Ou pal?angl?
Yo dog let me tell you like this
Get out of my face or i'm a bust your ass
You heard

Pali, Boulova

Wyclef ak G?ald vini ak MVP kompa
Digital pa a la mod encor

On y va
Nou pa p? nou pa p?Nou pa p? nou pap janm p?Nou pa p? nou pa p?Nou pa p? nou pap janm p?N? Brooklyn, yo pa p?N? Miami, yo pa p?N? Cit?Soleil, yo pa p?D?espet?nou nap m?? en ba t?Nou pa p? Jacmel pa p?J??ie nou konnin nou pa p?P?ionville, Croix-des-Bouquets pas p?Canada nou konnin nou pa p?Kot?Brooklyn, Brooklyn pap janm p?New Jersey, New Jersey pap janm p?L'Artibonite nou konnin nou pa p?Gona?es nou konnin nou pa p?Aux Cayes, Au Cap pap janm p?Kot moun Jacmel yo, yo pa p?Saint-Marc, nou pa p?Port-au Priiiiiince!!!!!!

An-mw? m'cw?Ti-Jo mouri
Sa lap f?la ?minui li y?la oui m?zanmi

Zombi, barr?yo
Barr?Ti-Jo, m?zanmi, barr?l
Zombi, barr?yo
L??men nou, L??men nou,
L??men nou, L??men nou
Zombi, barr?yo
Barr?Ti-Jo pou mwen, m?zanmi
Zombi, barr?yo

Woy, s?Wyclef m?zanmi
Woy, depui m'piti mon onc Reynol t?montr?m mizik sa tand?Coup?Clou?Ti-Mano
Raymond Jean-Baptiste
Papa'm pat vl?m'tand?bagay sa non
Gen moun ki di m'f?on plak kompa
M'f?on lot men li, men li, men li

Bon, bagay digital la pa a la mod tand?Style kompa no jou a yo r??l MVP
Most Valuable Player
Si s?pa kompa MVP nap jou?Nou pa vl?tand?l tand?Nap ba nou on roche tand?messieurs
Ok tout moun ki daco ak kompa MVP an
Bay radio'ou volum
Si ou pa gen radio, al vol?youn
Bal volum...

Haiti, I wanna welcome yall to West Indian day Parade(Sak pase)
This is my Carabanner, The PJ's Remix IN CREOLE let's Go!!

Ghetto Nou te fet nan ghettoooo(Kenbe zam nou)
Fok nout reprezante pou moun poooo(Pa tire Pa tire)
Paske si se pat pou moun poo Nou pa tap janm konnen Wyclef

Mwen pa sou bo no Mwen pa sou bo sud
Mwen pa sou bo les Mwen pa sou Bo wes
Msou bo bel dam yo Neg ki gen zam yo
Neg ki sere Bob Marley nan choset yo
Le police kenbe yo yo tire yo Le imigrasyon pran yo yo depote yo
Neg kwa des bouke yo Neg kap fe grimo
Yo di yo fe gri paske peyi pa gen lajan o
Peyi pa gen Lajan Kanaval Chak ane o
Lajan pou kanaval fok gen lajan pou manje o
Respekte bon dye oo Domi avek Kwa sa oo
32 degre men mwen kay on mason o
Leternel est mon Bergee je ne make rien o
Menm si mkenbew nan foul la map epike ou avek kouto(anko)
(Poukisa)Pase nou pa respekte ble e te
Nou te fet nan ghetto kounyen kaynou gen elevator
Mezanmi Brooklyn bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Canada Bloke mezanmi gade li bloke
Miami bloke mezanmi gade li bloke Haiti bloke mezanmi gade li bloke

Ghetto mwen te fet nan ghetto Fok mwen reprezant pou moun po
Pase si se pat pou moun po Nou pa tanp janm konnen wyclef

Gade nan kwadebouke yo gen on nouvo zam yo rele Nou Pa care
Koman yo rele zam sa Nou pa care Li tiye manman papa fre avek se
Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa ke
Mwen di zam yo yap voyew nan lanfe
Zam lan di msye met pase li gen tan vizite lisife
Oh gade mysye kape rale zam li
Zam la pa menm bon pou di bonswa ak jesus
Pase Le wap rale se le sa nap tire
Le wap pale se kadav ou nap gade(anh anh anh)
Gwo gason nou pral antere o fon
Si se JAMES BOND ou ye aswe a nap touye espyon
Nou gen on nouvo zam yo rele nou pa care
Koman yo rele zam sa nou pa care li tiye manman papa fre avek se
Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa care
Vyolans nou pa vle mezanmi (nou pa vlel)
Foul la avanse mezanmi (Avansel)
Sivouple pinga pouse mezanmi (pinga nou pouse)
Siveye Lougawou yo aswe a yo anvi vole

Lase mwen pap janm bliye lase Mwen te fet kwadesbouke
Paske si se pat pou AYITI Nou patap janm konnen Wyclef

Leve men nou si no soti nan GHETTO Kote dread lox yo ki te genyen AFRO
Kote ayisyen yo ki renmen manje Mango
Kote timoun piti yo kap jwe LAGO Depi yo we Wyclef yo gen satisfaksyon
Yo renmen mesye a ki gen 12 televizyon
Mezanmi Playstation DVD li nan dwe nan jem
Le POLICE kenbe mwen se machin mwen yo vle gade
Gade on ayisyen ki soti an ayiti Lem jwe Las Vegas yo relem Elvis Presley
Oh Oh yo banm on body guard ki soti an Italy
Men nou konnen wyclef pa janm mache san fizi
Mezanmi si li fe nwa map tire sou la lune
Paske nou konnen Wyclef Jean se Jean-Jacques Dessalines
Timoun nan ghetto pinga nou chanje channel
Bondye ap pwoteje nou kankou li pwoteje Danniel
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze

Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze Men gade miray e yo pa kraze

Mezanmi Ghetto nou te fet nan ghetto Fok nou reprezante pou moun po
Paske si se pat pou moun po Nou pa tap janm konnen Jerall
Mezanmi leve drapo nou mezanmi pi wo pi wo
Respekte refije yo pi wo pi wo Nou konnen nou se MVP pi wo pi wo
Respekte rasin lan pi wo pi wo

MVP rasin,Bagay yo pral kontinye

Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze
Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze Men gade miray e yo pa kraze
Woy woy woy back up back up

Jeriko Miray la kraze (10x)

Met yo di siw te la,laj pa tap mouri... enben kotel ye?

Laj sa, Leve nan tomb la (x until fade)

Lawyer: your honor, I would like to call my first witness
To the stand. all the way from east l.a., your honor,
Pablo diablo.
Pablo: hey! guantana mira. hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man.
Do you know it reminds me of the summertime in the
Bungalows of spain, all night in the park.


Eh, you would hear your music. it would be on the eighth
Floor, but the pongos they reach up there, man!
We used to keep the whole neighborhood up.
(singing) guantanamara!
Lawyer: thank you, pablo, for nothing. jesus christ,
What a moron. no further questions, your honor.