********************************************************* Pick up your microphones..ha.. Pick up your microphones..yo 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 Thinking of all them kids that 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 the 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 to some secular Muzac that's wack Plus you use that loop over and over Claiming that you have a new style Your attempts are futile Ooh child your puerile Brain waves are sterile You can't create you just wait to take my tape Laced with malice Hands get callused From ripping 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 Khalid Muhammad MCs make me vomit I get controversial Freak your style with no rehearsal Ooh contraire mon frer 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 banish with Deutoronomy Or Leviticus, God made this word You can't get with this Sweet like licorice Dangerous like syphilis How many mics do we rip on the daily? Many money say me say many many many How many mics do I rip on the daily? Many money say me say many many many How many mics do you rip on the daily? 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 used to be underrated Now I take iron makes my shit constipated I'm more concentrated So on my day off With David Sienenberg I play golf Run through Crown Heights screaming out "Mositof" Problem with no man Before black I'm first human Appetite to write like Fredrick Douglas with his slave hand Street pressure word to poppa I ain't going under One day I have a label and make deals with Tommy Matola Momma always told me "you're one in a million Always watch your back Never tangle with Haitian-Scililians" Now I got a record deal, how does it feel? I'm never going to survive unless I get crazy like Seal Cuz the whole world's out of order So at night the fiends 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 set up by the Feds they scopin' us with the infra-red How many mics do you rip on the daily? Many money say me say many many many How many mics do I rip on the daily? 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 Too many MCs not enough mics Exit your show like I exit the turnpike Dice and dynamite like Dolomite Double deuce deal like I don't dick Van Dyke Starlight too star bright The freaks come out at night Like my man Wyclef "I wear my sunglasses at night" And my Ponage will mash your entourage Squash your squad and hide their bodies under my garage And when the cops come lookin' I be bookin' to Brooklyn Leave the trails broken Flippin' tokens to Hoboken A clean get-a-way like Alec Baldwin Driving my fast car playing Tracy Chapman How many mics do we rip on the daily? Say me say Many money say me say many many many How many mics do you rip on the daily? 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 How many mics do I rip on the daily? Many money say me say many many many many many money..
********************************************************* 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 Sleepwalk away Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates Those who fake they break When the meet their 400 pound mate If I could rule the world everyone would have a gun In the geto of course They giddy up'n on they horse Kick a rhyme drinking moonshine I pour a sip on the concrete For the deceased But no don't weep Wyclef is in a state of sleep Thinking about the robbery That I did last week Money in the bag Bank'll look like a drag I wanna play with pellet guns from here to Baghdad Gun blastin fast I think I'm hit My girl pinch 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 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 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 destiny's manifest In some gortex 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 hex you with some witches brew if you doo doo Voodoo, I could do what you do Easy! Believe me frontin niggas give me heebee jeebees So while your imitatin' Al Capone I'll be Nina Simone And defecatin' 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 style I got oh baby hey baby Cuz 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 oh no Ready or not Refugees takin over The Buffalo Soldier dred lock rasta On the 12th hour fly by in my bomber Crews run for cover now they under pushin' up flowers Super fly true lies do or die cuz me high Only puff lye with my crew from Laiki I Refugee from Guantanamo Bay Dance around the border like I'm Cashus Clay 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 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
********************************************************* 1,2 Now I'm about to set this off... Like this..hip hoppers.check it Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg not you pray to Jesus Christ, why? Oh Lord, father don't let them bury me, whoa I haunt MCs like Mephistopheles Bringin' swords like Damocles Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy Abstract rap simple with the 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 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 cochaphonic Hypocrite predict Deep inside you wish you had the pop hit It hurts don't it? The refugee come to your turf Take over the earth See my rhymes are the type of fly rhymes That can only get down with my crew And if your try to take lines or bite rhymes We'll show you how the refugees do Behold it's my old manifold on your minds Two MCs 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 Eurhythmics, rap rejects My tape deck eject projectile Whether Jew or gentile I rank top percentile, many styles More powerful than gamma rays My grammar pays like Carlos Santana plays Balck Magic woman So while your fumin' I'm consuming Mango juice under polaris You just embarrassed cuz it's your last tango in Paris And even after all my logic and my theory I add a muthafucka so you ig'nant niggas hear me You remember take notes cuz I sow my rap oats For you bitin zealots here's a quote Another MC lose his life tonight, oh I beg not you pray to Jesus Christ, why? Oh Lord, father don't let them bury we, ay You can try but you can't divide the tribe These cats can't rap mister author I feel no Vibe The magazine says the girl should`ve went 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 listening I knew it was a start For me to get the chance grab my pen and revamp Do a cameo while everybody do the dance Quit now, cuz you runnin out of luck-a Playin Mr. Big, I'm gonna git you sucka While you munchin at your luncheon I be plannin your assassination And hit you like a Dutchman I compress sound sets with my rap DBX Then drop vocals on my 4,5,6 ampex Bring terror to the shop of horror As she cry "Mi amor" the phantom dies in the opera And to the youngins who carry gadgets And kill 6 days a week then rest on the Sabbath Violence ain't necessary unless you provoke me Then get bury like the great Mussolini And for you bitin zealots your rap styles are relics No matter who you damage your still a false prophet Hey, Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg not you pray to Jesus Christ, why? Oh Lord, father don't let them bury me, yeah
********************************************************* Conflicts with night sticks Illegal sales districts Hand-picked lunatics Keep politrickcians rich Heretics push narcotics Amidst its risks and frisks Cool cliques throw bricks But seldom hit targets Private dick 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 glock 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 Where the fuck do I work 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 Warn the town the beast is loose Ah - ah, Ah - ah Word 'em up y'all 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 oh 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 Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah - ah, Warn the town Warn the town
********************************************************* 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 day 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 Sweet Thing Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's And battle goons till high noon Bust rap toons on flat spoons Take no shorts like poom poom'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 Oddly 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 Cochese 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. 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 Sweet Thing 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. 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. 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 Sweet Thing
********************************************************* 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 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, break Navigate to rejuvenate Thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate Reconciliation 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 shabang For the heads we ain't sellin cocaine today So refrain and let my family reign okay 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 Well 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 Nah fuck that Fifty-two pick ups 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 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 smell 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' shits about your attitude And how you word it I've seen the biggest niggas on the block get murdered And they deserved it Or so the beast said When they served it That shit is nervous So what's my purpose? Family, we must preserve it Your number's retired I hope you like the hell fire You'll be screamin' Murder she Wrote Like Chaka Demus and Pliers Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey 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 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 shit 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 bullshit could never happen Just walkin' the streets death can take you away It's never guaranteed that you see the next day At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play So defend the family that's the code to obey 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 sticks 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 I good a 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 boy 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 (BRIDGE) 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
********************************************************* Ripple to the rum 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 oooooooppp if you 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 Cuz you got the gun Cause if you got to reload Wyclef the multi-talented Average headz 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 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 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 floss like dental I autograph my lyrics With a number 2 pencil Yeah I'm the L won't you pull it Straight to the head With the speed of a bullet Cuttin' niggas 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 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 I creep like a thief 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 Where no 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.
********************************************************* Have you ever worn the mask? M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask pon the Face just to make the next day Feds be hawkin me Jokers be stalking me I walk the street 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? 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 good worker How would you like a quarter raise Move up the register Large in charge But ya gotta be a 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 your 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 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 Hill wear the mask Yeah everybody wear the mask But how long will it last? 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 my Grams I haven't seen 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 Bust it So who you checking for now? Probably some intellectual I kept the conversation straight But 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 M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask pon the face Just to make the next day Brothers be frontin Then they be runnin I walk the streets And camouflage my identity My posse in the Bronx wear the mask My crew on the Isle wear the mask Stick up kids rollin in the Omni wear the mask Yeah everybody wear the mask But how long will it last? 3 a.m. in the morning On the Boulevard I'm still at large Engaged with my entourage Me and Godfather In 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 clear 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 M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask pon the face Just to make the next day Brothers be thiefin' Cops be thiefin' Brothers be schemin And should be teamin Jokers be smokin' And stay broken Bitches be teasin' And money skeezin Niggas be creepin Baby mothers be weepin I walk the street and camouflage my identity My posse in a Haiti wear the mask My crew in Jamaica wear the mask Stick up kids bumpin Fugee-la wear the mask Yeah everybody wear the mask But how long will it last?
********************************************************* Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your gun boy Forty-five by my side No the nigga dies Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet But the bullet when == > Desperado, do work for rude boy I pull out my gun And plug two like Trugoy Wyclef PACE 1 Yo this was how the West was won Our motto A true Desperado Rappers want to be actors So they play the Jesse James character And get they bones fractured You ain't got no guns You off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton 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 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 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 Dynamite dynamite Clef I got the cash Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your gun boy Forty-five by my side No the nigga dies We make moves in stage coaches Ra Digga likes the roaches If anyone approaches We like noches buenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R & B singers Perpetrating guns with two fingers 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 Bust this scenario Can't no other niggas in the barrio From Newark to Ontario Bust us when we in stereo Cause me and Rashida rock the battles It's apparent, your no talent Cause your blazin' in your saddle Watch these rap bitches 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' niggas like I'm 90 proof And for all you head beaters The lead eaters The cheaters soon to be retreaters While mamasitas carry real heaters I rock the Dooby and L rocks the Nubian twists 9-6 muthafuckas gettin' dissed Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigga dies Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees It be more niggas than the NAACP Comin' up on weed of all types Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes 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 So ooh aaah achiga Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa Fuck 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? That would be me Young Zee from No Brain Smokin' pure from the health food store While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor Fuck with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La When the east is in the house Like I'm Blahzay-blah When pandemonium strikes, at midnight Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic On some absurd shit You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger Niggas 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 As I'm shittin' on the corners Life will keep existing As I'm shittin' on the corners Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigga dies
********************************************************* A dedication to all the refugees worldwide One time say say say I remember when we used to sit In a 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 all right Everything's gonna be all right Fugees come to the dance tonight Everything's gonna be all right Oh everything's gonna be all right The gun man's in the house tonight But everything's gonna be all right 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 Observing the hypocrites As they mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had Oh good friends we've lost Along the way hey In this great future You can't forget your past So dry your tears I say And no woman no cry No woman no cry say say say Hey little sister, don't shed no tears No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away
********************************************************* I used to go to church L-Boogie drives a hearse 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 Yo 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 every time 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 shit 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 fuck 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 Oooh 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 laah sweet ting She love me like no other before, ay 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 wan fe test this 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 Harri Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari In the Kalahari 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 natural la that the Refugees bring Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laah sweet ting She love me like no other before, ay 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 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 Call mista Martin Tell him to build the coffin Today is the season A hundered MCs get a murderin Call mista Martin Tell him to build the coffin Today is the season A hundered MCs get a murderin Oooh 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 laah sweet ting She love me like no other before, ay
********************************************************* Mista mista Can I get five dollars? So I can get something to eat HELL NO MUTHAFUCKA You can't get no money from me Cause every time 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 MUTHAFUCKA What can a quarter get you? Nothing muthafucka You are just fucked up Off them fucked up drugs You know you need to fuckin leave alone But you keep telling me that you're drug free Muthafucka You ain't drug free, you're a fiend And every time 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 muthafucka, but you told me you were drug free Drug free You ain't drug free muthafucka So you damn well, can't get no muthafuckin money from me
