1.Columbia Records
2.Where Fugees At？
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＊
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
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 marnier, cd player number two
Shadae's in my bedroom singin 'sweetest taboo'
Hook
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
3.Kenny Rogers - Pharoahe Monch Dub Plate
Yo i'm happy to be in the south
To set off my tour in the countryside
But who better to set it off for me than this man right here
Yo this kenny rogers chillin on the country side
With men like wyclef (uh-huh) jerry wonder (uh-huh)
Big jack (mm-hmm) big beast (mm-hmm)
And we gon' do something like this for you
You got to know when to hold 'em (yeah, yeah!)
Know when to fold 'em (dj's, dj's!)
Know when to walk away (hip-hop, hip-hop!)
Know when to run.. (yeah, yeah!)
You got to count your dub-plates (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Before you touch the turntables (all hoods!)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
That means your sound is done (y'all ready？)
Chorus： kenny rogers
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to walk away
Know when to run.. (hey, hey, hey, hey..)
You got to count your dub-plates
Before you touch the turntables (dj's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
That means your sound is done
Get the hell up!
'clef said, get the hell up!
Now throw your hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps y'all whassup？
Ladies; lookin hot and pretty
Doin your thing in the club high saditty
Worldwide - the gritty committee pity the fool that
Act {shitty} in the midst of the calm, the witty
(you got to know when to hold 'em..)
Y'all know the name!
Same assassin from before, but the beat just changed a little
(？？) who flip flows
That got women in they thongs gettin on but not sisqo
Select your squad team and your itch
Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego
No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me
Easily defeat measley mc's and tease you
Ease back squeeze two in your wig and breeze through
Chorus
C'mon, c'mon
(get the hell up!)
Soundbwoys ('clef said, get the hell up!)
(now throw your hands in the sky) yo
This combination gon' bust from brooklyn to shanghai
Feel the boogie boogie henny got me tipsy tipsy
Kenny rogers and pharoahe monch？ no way, this can't be
48 tracks, country meets rap
Put this on full blast, i'm about to break all formats
My destiny is to lead while y'all follow
This is +showtime+ and i'm +live at the apollo+
Chorus two： kenny rogers + wyclef
You got to know when to hold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to fold 'em (emcees)
Know when to walk away (yeah, yeah, yeah..)
Know when to run
You got to count your dub-plates
Before you touch the turntables (dj's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
That means your sound is done
Chorus
4.Thug Angels
Refugees yo.. all you say
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
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
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
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
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
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
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
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
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
{uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
-uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
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!
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
Yeah you betta turn music down! i call 911!
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
5.It Doesn't Matter
Yo this is the rock kicking it with the refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the rock is cooking
Yo this is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
When the lfex was spinning at the red zone
Putting it down
And the tired bouncers would not let me in
Know what i'm saying？
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I got fifty bentley's in the west indies
(it doesn't matter)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(it doesn't matter)
I just won the bingo bought a crib in rio
(it doesn't matter)
Cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring
Come up in the hood and take everything you're wearing
Back in the days it was all about the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, they wouldn't say hey!
Unless you bought m champagne like it was their birthday
Me i used to hustle my way in
I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performing tonight？
He said shabba
Mister lover that be needy and selective
(someone jump the rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like vegas when its time to gamble
Girls scream for me like i was part of the beatles
But i'm not honey
But i could be your paul mccartney
An ebony or ivory into my jacuzzi
Foundation like cool hirth as dj red alert go bizzerk
The needle ain't skip the record jerked
Cause y'all jumpin' too hard
(hey! hey! hey! hey! hey!)
I got fifty bentley's in the west indies
(it doesn't matter)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(it doesn't matter)
What？ i just won the bingo bought a crib in rio
(it doesn't matter)
Yo cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring
Come up in the hood and take everything you're wearing
Yo rock i just bought a fresh bentley
(it doesn't matter you just bought a fresh bentley)
How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an uncle juan that wanna show you
How all the dances go
And they start it off like this
Electric side on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like studio 54
Girls!! until the irs raids it
Drug money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone!
I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things mr. fiend
You want a hit？
Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk
Excuse me i gotta cough
Girl you in so much ice you could freeze new york
You're man must really love you
What does he do for a living？
(he works on wall street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too much conversation
I think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So i proceeded with the compensation, i said
Can i offer you a glass of merrill mrs. no name？
(let's get it straight huh, my name's veronica)
She had the ass the size of south america
She said ain't you that kid that sing guantanamera
Way before ricky martin started livin' la vida loca
What hood you come from？
I was raised in brooklyn, but did my studies in jerusalem
The new jerusalem yeah that's short for new jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44
Now what it look like, it ain't really that
(it doesn't matter)
So he cocked the gat at my top hat
(it doesn't matter)
Are you crazy？ you was married!
(it doesn't matter)
Cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring
Come up in your hood and take everything you're wearing
Yeah that's when shorty walked up to her man
And she said i gotta go i can't be here no more
And she said this
Take me home, to the place
I belong at the refugee camp
And the booga basement
That's where i live, oh
Come on
Yo rock i sold like seventeen million records
(it doesn't matter how many records you've sold)
Alright i'm with, yo check it out
You wanna go get diamond rings
(it doesn't matter if the rock wants to go get diamond rings or
not)
Man listen, listen
I just got two new grammy's man
(it doesn't matter about your grammy's)
It doesn't matter
6.911
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 y'all to do me a favor
Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them i just been shot down
And the bullet's, in my heart
And it's piercin through my soul (i'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
Somone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
The alleged assailaint, is five foot one
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
(but i'm always right here with you girl)
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, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them i just got shot down
And it's piercin through my soul (i'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me)
The alleged assailaint, was five foot one
And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my
heart)
Feel my body gettin cold
(he didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder..)
Wyclef and mary j. blige
I'm feelin you girl
I understand
And you're doin, what you're doin, would you do it
And do it and do it and do it for me..
7.Pullin Me In
Intro：
Y'all know y'all done messed up now right？
Mmmm mmmm, fo' real
You know, you messed up, i'm not laughing
All y'all beats is soundin the same, y'all rhymin the same
Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry
And y'all doin the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up right？
That's why they brought me back in this game
To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm
Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this
The real killers, they're standin right over there
Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
Yo sedeck, do me a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy
In the front yo, they comin yo
I could never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when i was broke
Workin at burger king, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed
bicycle
All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin？
Yo
Hook：
Every time i keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little somethin for the new jerusalem
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you
came from
Every time i keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little somethin for the street djs
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you
came from
Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that i ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, i don't know how they got here
But i feel like the haitian frank sinatra, in his young years
New york, on my way to kennedy airport
L.a., i was told wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt, dirty south, i heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse
What？ mcs, y'all aint nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin, or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein barson television
But i'ma go long as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my mag-num
All of that, to get your attention
Here's a few things i been dyin to mention
Anyone talk about guns, i'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin the same, i'ma put your mpc to cell
Listen, reminiscing on nas, ＊it aint hard to tell＊
Still feel like somebody's watching me like rockwell
Talk about diamonds, i'ma kidnap jacob
Talk about the fugees, i'ma break up the make up
Put your stake up, i'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get jay-z
Kick a little something for the projects clef
Kick a little something for the hip hop fans
Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful i am, y'all still have your doubts
Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress
My mistress is a guitar, classical like mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
And dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in barbed wire
Dope delivery, but i'm the ghost writer
Tall tribes of juda, deeper than books
Watch what you cook cuz you might get hooked
Man... i miss real mcs
Like kool g rap, written in graffiti
Before the plane, i used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine
Able's on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, i drink vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like i'm sellin crack
Cuz the music industry is the same street format
I sold y'all nappy heads, to the score, to the carnival
But yet y'all still wanted more
Since sedeck went back, came off wit a break
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape
Kick a little something for the brothers up north
8.Da Cypha
Intro：
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The clef is back with some adjustments
Refugee camp
Yo, you see them refugees right there, they goin in the car
Hook：
Woowoowoowoowoo
Keys they goin in the trunk
Woowoowoowoowoo
Fiends they don't give a uh
And flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon be found in a ditch
My name should be robin banks the way i be robbin banks
I'm a fiend for the s-500 i want it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me be chasin after cops
And they don't stop at my block after the diallo shootin
Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin
Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason
Time and treatin, air force one we leavin
Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom
My man johnny handsome, itchin to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to buisness
We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, i got two hours to kill
We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel
Supreme c been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga
Since back in the days, before he was raised
Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address
I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you
Why try to hide from accomplice vibe
Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds
Gamble and scramble, f what your man do
It's all about this husltin game, muscle and fame
Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game
My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And i stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you
Hook
I run up in da cypha heavily armed with endless bars of
metaphoric harm
A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm
Pushing figures way to the back
Out of your reach, excessive like fatal attract
Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades
I'll kiss you wit a blade when i think i'm gettin played
Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman
You say you want it, you don't wanna see the omen
When my sixth sense start flowin i bless like holy water
I don't wanna die cuz i'm my daddy's only daughter
But yo, sometimes i see the writin on the wall
You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls
Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall
Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all
About the night shifters, me, i'ma cypher drifter
My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes
Hook 2x
October 31st i was standing by the sour
These thugs don't wanna talk they want these pumas i just bought
Fresh outta school, picked on cuz i'm bilingual
I barely spoke english but the gun language was universal
Ran in the grocery store, spoke to gabriel
He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from israel
Ran back outside, just before i could say... another homicide
Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like jesse owens
Police showed up, but i was nowhere in existence
Back in the crib thinkin bout what i just did
I'ma police of defense but i'm bound to catch this bid
My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie
Like a super in the projects wantin rent money
Just when i thought i get my life straight in the states
Is when i found myself climbin down the fire escape
Bodies found in virginia under the dumpsters, no
18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto'
Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door
No your honor that must be some old rhyme that i wrote
And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it
For example when i say gun i mean my pen and paper
And everytime i wave and spit the crowd jump
Cuz i'm still digital underground like 'humpty hump'
Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks
I aint even ＊kriss kross＊ my clothes yet
And yet y'all wanna 'jump, jump' in da cypha, 'jump, jump'
You in da cypha
Hook
Outro：
Stay in the house when you hear
Woowoowoowoowoo
It means the murder's outside you hear
Woowoowoowoowoo
Where the real killers at you hear
Woowoowoowoowoo
Honey who chill with the gats you hear
Woowoowoowoowoo
Yo don't talk crap man
Woowoowoowoowoo
Just cuz your girl's wit you man
Woowoowoowoowoo
Cuz both o y'all gon go man
Woowoowoowoowoo
To a place where no man knows man
Woowoowoowoowoo
Femme fatale, hope
Woowoowoowoowoo
Supreme c, kinda dope
Woowoowoowoowoo
Marie antoinette in the back with the techs
Woowoowoowoowoo
Y'all know the flavor refugee camp...
Woowoowoowoowoo...
9.Runaway
To my people doing time
To my people rest in peace (y'all ready for the refugee camp？)
Introducing earth, wind ＆ fire
Yah yah yah
Come on come on come on
No money in my pocket
Gotta get a no limit
So i became america's most wanted
All i ever wanted was a fancy car
A crib for my mom and a mastercard
Baby you know it's in hollywood
New cop flicks with clint eastwood
Went from a teen to a young adult
No excuses aint't my fault
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
(gotta escape)
I didn't want to runaway
But i had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes i gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But i had to go away yo
Yo g＆b where you at？
Momma came home from a hard days work
At day time a maid at night time a nurse
Work so hard to make sure we survived
Living a ghetto paradise
Sometimes i wake up screaming in the middle of the night
Hoping that darkness brings me light
Praying for that better day where we won't have to runaway
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
I didn't want to runaway
But i had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes i gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But i had to go away yo
Ladies and gentleman earth, wind ＆ fire
Ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo ba dow bo
(da da da da da da ) (feeling melly y'all)
Ba dow bo ba dow bo
(more peace y'all)
Ba dow bo baw dow bo
Ba dow bo baw dow bo
Bow da da da da
Runaway
We living like runaways
Wake up
Stretching in the morning
Trying to make it through the day
Brush my teeth
Hit the streets
Where there's heat
We afford to beef
Hoping one day
We don't have to run away
I didn't want to runaway
But i had to get a way yo (gotta get away)
We didn't want to runaway
But we had to get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to leave astray
But sometimes i gotta get away yo (gotta get away)
I didn't want to go away
But i had to go away yo
Yo y'all gonna make me do it i don't want to do it but here we
go
Ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya
Ba da ba ba ba
(ain't no samples this is original baby)
Ba y ya bay y ya bay y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya
(put em up y'all)
Ba da ba ba ba
(refugees)
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba da
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba
(i want to see everybody's hand in the air right now)
Y ay y ay y ay y ay y ya y ya (recognize the legends up in here)
Uh!
10.Red Light District
11.Perfect Gentleman
(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 red shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to meeeexico
Called up my mama, said i'm in love with this strippah, 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
Excuse me, what is your name？
Uh, my name is hope, yo
I was blessed with the body of the goddesses
Have you any idea how hard this is？
I could flex in 25 positions
But i only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser
Table-top pleaser
Give me what i need a
Mastercard or visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on an all 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
(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
Call up my mama said i'm in love with this strippah yo!
(yo baby, can i get another lap dance？ i tell you i
Got nothing but funny money, man. new york dogs.)
12.Low Income
Intro：
Let um feel the beat first
I'm bout to come through your stereo
Should my rhyme start with the hook
Start with the hook
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank god it's friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank god it's friday
Do your mom now you act so berserk
Thank god it's friday
What's the track, what's the track girl？
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on monday
(i wanna thank my hood)
Verse 1：
For makin me a star before i had fast cars
And couldn't tell the difference between whoppers and caviar
Before the fame
Way before things changed
All i wanted to do was freestyle and get a name
I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage
Dreamin i'm on stage
At 17 i left the house
Cause my father was a minister
And i didn't want the marvin route
What's goin on？
Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
Mc's in the industry
You wanna tip？
Don't let them pimp you like goldy
And tell sony they better have my money
Cause i play wit the comodores and be like lionel richie
Low income, i stay so hungry that if 50 cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my charity
(i wanna thank my hood)
To my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank god it's friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's friday
To my people that don't got no job
Everyday it's friday
What's the track, what's the track yo？
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on monday
All the ladies sing
Ladies：
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(wyclef： all my hoodlums say)
Guys：
You don't have
To cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
(i wanna thank my hood)
Verse 2：
For the love of money
I know kids who'll slit your throat
Friday the 13th
Jason wit a trench coat
But you can't scare suzie
Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was cadivi
Meanwhile, she's getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the son
of sam
It said to tell new york i ain't sleepin
You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in
And to my man g swar rest in piece
I still poor liquor
1 draw on the cocoa leaf
Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic
You wit wyclef you getting in
If not, then we gonna make cnn
(i wanna thank my hood)
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank god it's friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank god it's friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk？
Thank god it's friday
What's the track, what's the track girl？
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on monday
Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank god it's friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, it's friday
To my people who don't got no job
Everyday it's firday
What's the track, what's the track yo？
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on monday
All the ladies sing
Ladies：
I don't feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(wyclef： all my hoodlums say)
Guys：
You don't have
To cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
Guitar solo
(daddy, play that guitar)
13.Whitney Houston Dub Plate
14.However You Want It
Hook：
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it
hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh my baby!)
They shoulda took me first
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it
hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...)
Aiyyo
What y'all thought i was too busy writin songs with whitney
houston
Cuz ＊my love's your love＊ will be my slugs wit blood
For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang
Find yourself in the river with the rest of them
Wake up, wake up, i'm in a nightmare dream
Where i found myself loadin magazines after magazines
Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist
Fine pens shakin in my hand as i write this next line
You look strange, shootin victims at close range
And saw his vein burst from his neck, as i snatched his chain
Is this a bible, i used to read the gospel
Until i got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples
Which one, look through the crowd son
You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm
The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual
A wannabe rakim, but too extraterrestrial
I heard he's lethal and i'm too rusty to battle him
Me being rusty is like biggie not being ＊born again＊
It never happen, watch who you call fam
On mtv, he painted himself as the tin man
Predicted platinum, way before it happened
So that's why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum
And now you wanna tell everybody i messed up your record？
C'mon!
Hook
You a thug？ you aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula
Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like caesar
Enough of this rap stuff, sedeck take his watch
If i wasn't rappin, i'd take that stash in your left socks
Don't make me raise my voice cuz i'm masterin a coo
So, and besides when they find you you'll be bones
Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers
Orderin don p, you couldn't pay for one beer
Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard
Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard
You want wyclef jean, bring your same thug guys
Here's my advice, leave the ring with your bride
Cuz you aint comin back no more
We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the
seashore
You freeze up, hold up i really thought you was psychotic
Is that tears in your eyes？ you cryin for your life
Kid you tellin me what you did, you didn't wanna do
Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true
Hook
Outro：
Should i take them？ should i wait？
Should i take them？ should i wait？
Should i take them？ should i wait？
I say ＊no woman, no cry＊ like i should own a piece of the estate
But at the tribute they didn't invite me
So i put in a call to halis alassi
He said be easy, aint no need to bust a shot (blow! blow! blow!
blow!)
Like supercat said, yo the ghetto's red hot
Before bling, bling, bling it was bling, bling, bling!
15.Hollywood To Hollywood
16.Diallo
Boy i am so tired
I'll be glad when i get inside the house
Oh, i dropped my keys
Oh what tis bright light？
My god they must gonna rob me
Who these people with them all at they gonna rob me
I'm gonna take out my wallet to make sure they just get the
money
Nothing else.. (？？)
Oh it's the police (＊whew＊)
I feel so much better
I will show them, i have my id
So they know i am good people
{＊followed by a rapid flurry of gunshots＊}
Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil for thou art with me thou ride with me
J-j-jah! ras-tafari
I can't forget you knotty dreads, y'all up in here
I gotta respect that, youknowhati'msayin？
Night is in the air
Enemy.. on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
Forty-one shots by diallo's side？
You said he reached sir
But he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
In the belly of the beast sir
You guys are vampires
In the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite？
You said he reached sir
But he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
In the belly of the beast sir
Have you ever been shot
Forty-one times？
Have you ever screamed
And no one heard you cry？
Have you ever died
Only so you can live？
Have you ever lived
Only so you can die again, then be born again
From these enemies, on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
Forty-one shots by diallo's side？
You said he reached sir
But he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
In the belly of the beast sir
You guys are vampires
In the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite sir？
You said he reached sir
But he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
In the belly of the beast sir
Diallo, diallo - similar to steven biko
Diallo, diallo - you told me the murder was an error
Diallo, diallo - but every man will be judged
Diallo, diallo - according to his words
Have you ever been held
Against your will？
Taken to a dark place
Where not even scientists can reveal？
So what is for ceasar
Let it be for ceasar
Cause we don't want no peace
We want equal rights and justice.. for
Diallo, diallo - similar to steven biko
Diallo, diallo - you tell me that the murder was an error
Diallo, diallo - but every man will be judged
Diallo, diallo - according to his words
You know what？
You told me - that i wouldn't understand man
Tonight some cry - in the streets a burial
Survival of the fittest - only the strong will survive
How can i survive - with forty-one shots by my side？
You guys are murderers
In the middle of the night
Killin innocent people
Is that your appetite？ ohhh
You said he reached sir
But he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
In the belly of the beast sir
You guys are vampires
In the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite？
You said he reached sir
But he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
In the belly of the beast sir - lick a shot for
Diallo, diallo - similar to steven biko
Diallo, diallo - i can hear your spirit callin, i can hear it
Diallo, diallo - ten thousand chariots with no riders
Diallo, diallo - they on they way to america, i hear the tribe
singin
They're sayin -
Diallo diallo, amadou diallo (14x)
Amadou diallo..
Now there ain't but 20,000 police in the whole town
Can you dig it？ can you dig it？ can you dig it？!？!
17.Something About Mary
Yo, i'm gonna dedicate this day right at woodstock '99,
Dmx, limp bizkit, sheryl crow, amongst many.
Yo, just before i got on stage this chick came up to me.
She offered me something,
It looked kinda strange,
It was in a bag,
I said yo girl let me talk to you real quick, yo.
I don't sniff cocaine cause it mess up my brain.
Perception stimulation, i never did no ecstasy.
I don't pump bells, i never did no lsd.
But i wouldn't mind a case from mrs. mary.
'cause she's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard,
Woooo-ooo-oooo-oo-o.
She's homegrown and you can get a kiss in her backyard.
I remember when i was a young boy,
I went to my grandad said, daddy can i get a pull.
He looked at me, said, son man, you're too young, kid.
When you get old enough and you understand,
I'll let you get a kiss from mrs. mary.
'cause she's homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard,
Woooo-ooo-oooo-oo-o.
She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard,
If she allows you to, you can hold her up,
She's homegrown and you can kiss her in her backyard,
Woooo-ooo-ooooooo.
She's homegrown, i'd like to be with you in her backyard.
This is when she looked at me,
She said wycleff this what i want you to do son,
C'mon inhale, exhale, exhale, inhale, inhale, exhale, now hold
it now.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, exhale, inhale, now breathe in
my face
Mary g, mary g.
She said that she's homegrown and you can grow her in her
backyard,
Woooo-ooo-oooo-oo-o.
She's homegrown she said 'clef i'll kiss you in my backyard.
And my daddy don't need to know.
She said that i'm homegrown and you can grow me in your
backyard,
Woooo-ooo-oooo-oo-o.
I'm homegrown and you don't need to worry for my backyard.
That's when i said i'm gonna get in trouble, i gotta go girl.
This what she said na na na na stick me lighter to take me
higher and higher.
Na na na na na, stick me lighter to take me higher
(flashback)and higher.
Na na na na na (i feel nice) in the bathroom stoned.
(i'm about to take you higher)
C'mon y'all wooo-ooo-oooo.
(i'm about to take you higher)
Wooo-ooo-oooo.
(i'm about to take you higher)
Yo for anybody sleepin on my guitar skills,
(i'm about to take yo higher)
This about to be on right about now
Yo turn my guitar up yo
What up, jimmy hendrix i see you baby
18.Bus Search
19.Wish You Were Here
wish you were here
[wyclef jean is an idiot who steals other people's good music
and turns it into
Drivel, but heh, enough about his pathetic cover tune, here are
the correct
Lyrics]
Let's go
So so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell？
Blue skies from pain？
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail？
A smile from a veil？
Do you think you can tell？
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts？
Hot ashes for trees？
Hot air for a cool breeze？
Cold comfort for change？
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage？
Whether you listenin to hip hip-hop
Or you tuning to rock
Refugees on your box
We gonna take over ya blocks
Let's go
How i wish, how i wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after
year
Running over the same old ground
Have we found the same old fears
Wish you were here
Whether you listenin to rock
Or pumpin the hip hip hop
Refugees on your box
Critics don't mistake this for just any cover tune
I'ma take y'all to the dark side of the moon
Kickin in my mom's room this song was just a thought
A young refugee labeled, jus' come with a passport
Dad used to tell me about the 'american dream'
My dream was waking up the projects
A young teen listening to hip hop
My brother tune me into rock
Put me up on pink floyd, a band from the british blocks
Whether you pumpin the hip hip hop
Or you tuning to rock
Refugees on your box
We gonna take over the blocks
From n.j to bk to the u.k
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