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1. _ The Score
[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 h******. 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 f**k 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 s*** 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. more free lyrics |
2. _ Zealots
[CLEF:] Another MC lose his life tonight, lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa [CLEF:] I haunt MC's like Mephistophales Bringin swords and Damacles 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 calling 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, the refugees come to your turf and take over the earth. [INTERLUDE (Lauryn):] 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 We'll show you how the refugees do. [LAURYN:] 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 fuming, I'm consuming Mango juice under Polaris, You're just embarrassed Cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris" And even after all my logic and my theory, I add a muthaf**ker so you ignint niggas hear me. And you remember take notes, As I sow my rap otas And for you biting zealots, here's a quote. [Chorus (CLEF):] Another MC lose his life tonight, lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa [CLEF:] You can try but you can't divide the tribe These cats can't rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe The magazine says the girl should have gone solo, The guys should stop rapping, vanish like Menudo. Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start, For me to get a chance, grab my pen and revamp Do a cameo while everybody do the dance. Quick now, cause you runnin' out of lucka Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka. While you munchin at your luncheon, I'll be planning your assassination Then hit you like the Dutchmen [PRAZ:] I compress sound sets with my rap DBX Then drop vocals on my 456 AMPEX Bring terror to the shop of horror, As she cries "Mi amor" The phantom dies in the opera And to the youngin's who carry gadgets And kill 6 days a week then on a sabbath. 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. [Chorus (CLEF):] Another MC lose his life tonight, lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa more free lyrics |
3. _ How Many Mics
[CHORUS (REPEAT 2X):] How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany [LAURYN:] I get mad frustrated when I rhyme Thinking of all the kids who try to do this For all the wrong reasons Seasons 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, Sold your soul for some secular Muzak that's wack, Plus you use that loop over and over Claiming that you got a new style Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile Your puerile, Brain waves are sterile You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's Laced with malice Hands get calloused From grippin' microphones from here to Dallas Go ask Alice if you don't believe me, I get Inner Visions like Stevie See me, ascend from the chalice like the weed be Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad MC's make me vomit I get controversial Freak your style with no rehearsal Ooo, contraire mon frere Don't you even go there Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare I dare to tear into your ego, We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo Or Coleco-Vision My mind makes incisions in your anatomy And I'll back this with Deuteronomy Or Leviticus, God made this word You can't get with this Sweet like licorice, Dangerous like syphillis, yeah. [CHORUS (REPEAT 4X):] How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany [CLEF:] I used to be underrated Now I take iron, makes my s*** constipated I'm more concentrated. So on my day off, With David Sonnenberg I play golf Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov Problem with no man Before black, I'm first human Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Motolla Momma always told me "You're one in a million" Always watch your back, never tangle 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 world's out of order So at night the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guiness Stout Brother brother can't you get this through your head It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra-reds. [CHORUS (REPEAT 3X):] How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say Me Say Many Moni Say me say manymanymany [PRAZ:] Too many MC's not enough Mic's Exit your show like I exit the turnpike Dice and dynamite like Dolomite Double deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night) And my panache will mosh your entourage Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage. And when the cops come lookin' I'll be bookin' to Brooklyn Leave the trails broken flippin' tokens to Hoboken A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin Drivin' in my fast car playin' Tracy Chapman [CHORUS (Repeat to end):] How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany more free lyrics |
4. _ Fu-Gee-La
[CLEF:] 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. [CHORUS (Lauryn):] 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 [LAURYN:] 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. [(LAURYN) CHORUS:] 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 [PRAZ:] 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. [(CLEF) REPEAT 2X:] 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. [(LAURYN) REPEAT CHORUS 2X:] 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 more free lyrics |
5. _ No Woman, No Cry
[CLEF:] 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 (7 times)] [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 sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away [CHORUS: Oh ah oh ah (5 times)] more free lyrics |
6. _ Ready or Not
[CHORUS:] 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. [CLEF:] Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates Those who fake, they break, When they meet their 400 pound mate If I could rule the world Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course When giddyupin' on their horse I Kick a rhyme drinkin' moonshine I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep Thinkin' 'bout the robbery that I did last week. Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist. I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends, A born again hooligan only to be king again. [LAURYN:] I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest, No stress If you don't smoke sess, lest. I must confess, my destiny's manifest In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess, Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, YES Bless you if you represent the Fu But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're Doo Doo Voo Doo, I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME Frontin' niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees So while you're imitating Al Capone I'll be Nina Simone And defacating on your microphone. [Chorus:] Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly [LAURYN'S INTERLUDE] You can't run away From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby Cause I got a lot, oh yeah And anywhere you go My whole crew's gonna know You can't hide from the block, oh no. [PRAZ:] Ready or not, refugees takin' over The Buffalo soldier, dread-lock rhasta On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber Crews run for cover, now they're under pushin' up flowers Superfly true lies, do or die, Toss me high - only puff la, With my crew from lock high I refugee from Guantanamo Bay Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay [Chorus (Lauryn) REPEAT 3X:] 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 more free lyrics |
7. _ Killing Me Softly
[LAURYN:] Strumming dub plates with our fingers, Eliminate sounds with our song, Killing a sound boy with this sound, Killing a sound boy with this sound, Taking sound boys' lives with this dub, killing him softly with this sound. 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 and listen for a while. And there he was this young bwoy, 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, embarrassed by the crowd, I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song [CLEF:] Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge [LAURYN:] 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. Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . . shoutouts and fade. more free lyrics |
8. _ The Beast
[CHORUS:] Warn the town the beast is loose, Word 'em up y'all C'mon [LAURYN:] 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 D*** [CLEF:] 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 [CLEF:] 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 F**K" is my name "WHAT THE F**K" 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. [LAURYN:] 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. [CHORUS:] Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah - ah Word 'em up y'all [CLEF:] 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. [PRAZ:] 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. [CLEF:] Hey yo should I slow down? [PRAZ:] 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. [CHORUS:] Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah - ah, Word 'em up y'all more free lyrics |
9. _ Cowboys
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [(CHORUS) CLEF:] Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the n***er dies. [PACE1:] Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet when **** Desperado, do work for new boy I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy [WYCLEF:] Wyclef [PACE1:] [PACE 1] [WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was won, [PACE1:] Our motto, a true Desperado. [WYCLEF:] Rappers want to be actors So they play the Jesse James Character [PACE1:] And get they bones fractured. [PACE1:] You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton [WYCLEF:] Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies Thrown off the building like the Fall guy Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves [PACE1:] Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot [WYCLEF:] The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming. PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash [WYCLEF:] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights. [LAURYN:] We make moves in stage coaches Rah Digga likes the roaches If anyone approaches We be like noches, buenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers. [RAH DIGGA:] My style is perhaps one of the foulest I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice. (Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours. [LAURYN:] Bust this scenario, can't no other n***ers in the barrio (From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo. Cause me and Rashida rock the battles It's apparent, you're no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle. [RAH DIGGA:] Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof Burnin' n***ers like I'm 90 proof. [LAURYN:] And for all you head beaters The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters While mamasitas carry real heaters. [RAH DIGGA:] I rock the Dooby and L rocks the Nubian twists 96 Muthaf***as gettin' dissed [CLEF: (Chorus)] Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the n***er dies. [Young Zee:] Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees It be more n***as than the NAACP Comin' up on weed of all type Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes. [PRAZ:] (You've got to know when to hold them, Know when to fold them) I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine. Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa [PRAZ:] F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?" [Young Zee:] That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain Smokin' pure from the health fodd store, While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers, We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as. So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah [FORTE:] When pandemonium strikes, at midnight Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic On some absurd s**t You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger N***as who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker. Stick and slide with vigor City streets hot like liquor 21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin' Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton. You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin' Gun players regular front page is the bonus Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners [CHORUS: (Clef)] Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the n***er dies. more free lyrics |
10. _ The Mask
[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 "You're 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 b**** 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:] 3a.m. in th 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. more free lyrics |
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