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(Intro)
I'm only eight I got no choice but to sling crack Yo who you pushin weight for Dog I ain't no rat Cause rats get found in the back of garbage trucks With they mouth taped up Lookin like sittin ducks Well you don't look like a sittin duck and your mouth ain't taped up What more small the market, Clef You get stuck up With what From a fiend I just bought a twenty-two Now it's funny you should say that Cause the gun looks bigger than you Now get your ass back in the house Shut up! ** From BK back to NJ Crouchin tiger style Let's go [Continuous Humming] Feel it Feel it Peace God Chorus Peace God You gave me the voice to speak, God Speak God Wyclef Jean bout to hit the streets hard Peace God Peace You gave me the voice to speak, God Masquerade- my message to the streets, y'all Repeat Yo peace God These words came from a revelation Whether you free or you going through incarceration Inhale, exhale herbal meditation Put the fire arms away Cause we don't want no confrontation Not me, I'm talkin bout you jerk Cause when you die your life ain't even worth the paperwork So, peace God, even through war we bring peace And after the blood shed then your first son deceased And you will understand I'm the beginning of the end The alpha, omega, the present, and the future So hold on to your winchester Cause the hollow tip penetrate lead through your polyester Peace God, even though we ice the wrist Guzzle the fifth Protect us with a crucifix, Lord And bless me with an extra clip So just in case one jam release my twin from my waistband [Chorus x 2] Ay, yo peace God I ain't tryin' to see the graveyard But in this game of life I was dealt the wrong card I wasn't born this way it just came to be Sellin crack through a alley where the fiends rally Where the dealer was the president And the fiend was the voter so they voted for the government And stick ups was only natural It seem every other day a new gun pointed at you Peace God Yo only God got the answer And sorry bout ya mom dyin of cancer But congratulations, I heard you no longer a runner You a big man now, the black Tony Montana But watch out cause I heard wealth bring envy Trust me I did sing for the Kennedies Until we meet again feel my words through my pen And stay pure in the city of sin [Chorus x 2] [Humming] [Chorus x 2] |
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(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's The elevators with the pissy hallways Bangin on the project walls, all day Yo if it wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee?" I'd probably be standin on a corner - watch you approach Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya rope Run for brokes with the cash and the jewels Bows-eye, I hold my breath when I shoot The reason you should hold ya breath; cuz most thugs when they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left Now they flesh being swept off the surface If you ain't B.I.G., you ain't Notorious So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat Someone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleep Weight beneath Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath Don't matter if you use a desert eagle as your armor Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project slums Another one in the obituary column son *(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's So I gotta rep for the PJ's The elevators with the pissy hallways Bangin on the project walls, all day (PJ's) I gotta make noise for the PJ's Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's The PJ's! PJ's Before I was signed, I used to move on the block All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme Line for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight line to prison - and take a message to Shyne Peace God from the PJ's to Ground Zero It's a "Hardknock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow" Walk with a shadow through ghettos, playin in every borough You would think rap was rock they way I carry heavy metal It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin "Team Spirit" grippin the shottie like Kurt Cobaine In the projects God, nuttin come easy Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasy Move like a professional, young thug funeral Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi commercial? Nah it's the art of war, when you least expected it Wyclef the president, the PJ's elected him * Repeat Yeah, and to the teachers that said I wouldn't live and my remains would be found under the Verizano Bridge Well I'm alive teach! So put ya theory to rest I ain't Makaveli but I might fake my death Make no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it Cuz in the PJ's we undergroudn like black markets The 'P' stand for public housing The 'R's for respect that ya get, when ya hold down ya set The 'O's for ounces that we flip into ki's The 'J's for the judgement handed by the ju-ry The 'E' is for enter, at your own risk You know the 'C' - that's for the cats that's out to get rich And the 'T'... trust no one And the 'S' is for the snitchers - you know the outcome... * Repeat |
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I started off in the underground From mono to stereo, now I'm surround sound Blowing through your tubes, leaving holes through your speakers Cracking through your tweeters, my frequency's off the meter Jam packed arenas from here to Bangkok I'm ahead of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?" Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's That's when the Angel came to you and said "It's all a Masquerade" Eyes with no faces, speakers with no lace I feel that Earth's spinnin, but I'm standin in the same space With no trace of what happened last night I seen two fiends fighting over a crack pipe Now I'm watching TV, my antennae was a close hanger Blurry vision, Mister McGee Hunn, David Banner Flip the data, the kids was wearin bandanas Totin hammers aimin at your medulla oblongata Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure The romantic type like the movie "Castle Blanca" Herbs, sell 'em once, got busted by undercover Buyer, my supplier was a Gypsy cab driver That's when I realize I need to find a new hustle Living in the jungle to get taught became my muscle I strive through snake eyes who wanted me crucified I thought that I was drowning but I was getting baptized Now behold, I heard you sold 20 mill' But with no street credibility, your overkill You ain't real, talkin bout keep it gangsta Phony, if you knew the gangstas sent me to shank you Gank you, gank you, tie up your ankles And if that ain't enought, I call Henchman's to linch you Now, at the funeral, I can see the Priest bless you But in the after life, I'ma still touch you Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in That's when the center man greets you with the face of Satan Now you look frightened in the belly of the whale That's when the warden say "I wanna welcome you to hell" Fools, is 5 bucks, get off the phone, times up I seen him cut from his head to his nuts You wish you wouldn't, wish you couldn't, wish it got to me Cause you screamin so loud that a deaf man can hear Back to the silence, no more droppin science Er'body rappin about diamonds and violence And they ain't are's, all they do is charge credit cards And when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars Now how you figure? I ain't rent a car I wasn't at the spa, I ain't by the bar Now here's a jewel when you get your first record deal Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal First Class, caviar in the vel' In the new S Class with the Jordan wheels Remember, the music in the streets like the streets You know the cold of the streets, er'body tryin to eat The evidence is concrete, I'm tired of the same song You take me how, you must be high off heroin Sharper than I ever been, this one gon get a 10 Rappers, I'ma murder y'all with your own medicine I move with faith, I never have doubt I'm so hungry you will think I'm just coming out But I been here before, from "Blun" to "The Score" To "The Carnival", Ecleftic World Tour I'm causin whores, waitin in the back doors They want me to rock they boat and shift they more short That's when the Father said "Take me to this lesson" They wanna cut your hair like Deliala did Sampson I felt that, so I went back to my format Raps and backpack, gats for carjacks Hats for pussycats, cause Aids, I don't want that And for the DJ's, here's something y'all can scratch Technique 12, Benito hits the watts Hypnotize the crowd, the dance floor is jam packed Now sing along like a negro spiritual No one got shot tonight, it's a miracle What's this I hear, y'all wanna take my spot? You got a better chance putting a gorilla in a headlock I'm too focused, I can see through your lens You ain't a G, just a wanna be, Kingpin said... "The next time, y'all wanna pay for protection I suggest that you hit up the Haitian Sicilians" [Outro] 80 bars, 80 scars 80 bars, 80 scars 80 bars, 80 scars 80 bars |
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The streets is mad right now (Tell em' why we mad!)
Rappers whatever you call yourselves pack your bags and get outta town (Get outta town! Get out!) Cause I'ma strike down on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger Those who attempt to poison the hood I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back! (Waiya!) Uh, Refugees One time, M.O.P. (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Now the world is in trouble, come on (Oh, oh) Yo, you're number one on the charts! (You're a masquerade!) Paying for your Billboard slots! (You're a masquerade!) Because the block knows hot! (You're a masquerade!) You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!) I'm on first so this ain't a rap verse it's more like a voodoo curse So when you die kids'll throw rocks at your hearse Cause you lie too much you ain't got no gat at your arms reach Just aimed it at your headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs Hold up we just saw you on your BET, your MTV Your public access channel talkin' bout 'I'm a thug!' You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scared Hannibal But when the blackout came, no lights for your candles So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade And I'ma call it like I see it and ya'll livin in a masquerade Even though Jacob iced you out with the bagette Money with no respect, that makes you a suspect So you can't ride through Brownsville You wan't peace, you better call Churchill If not feel Clef when he connects with M.O.P. family And plays guitar at your eulogy You wanna claim you run the blocks! (You're a masquerade!) Givin' information to the cops! (You're a masquerade!) Howc ome you've never seen a rock! (You're a masquerade!) You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!) Uh, uh, uh Now you grimey little bastards line up, times up, I'm up (They see it) William Danze'll show you how to get it crunk (I'm still) plottin' with Fox (to death) I do it with Clef (Forever) We're world mackin' thats to the death Nigga blast (blast) blast royalty you dumpsters better get back Before you get a setback and get clapped That's it and that's that, Clap! (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) Now I'm gone nigga haul that Take all that and fall back I kick too much ass (kick ass) to rock shoes by Prada Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah) We still ? down shit The street don't want that watered down shit Nigga Fame we clear the whole stage (uh) You don't wanna ride niggas we got road rage! *Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!) Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!) That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!) You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!) I'm here, I'm here Sixteen bars of murder here murder baby this ain't a facade Niggas pumping they fist like they punchin' at God Over ten years rippin' emcees I bring it hard Don't make me split your chest and pull your guard R&B singer the greatest and now barred Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties Got more bombs left you punk niggas Reach to shake the Bumpy hand you got no arms left You ain't a pimp nigga you ain't a mack You keep bitches in the house all day I keep them on the track Drinkin' coke cold wearin' long mink coats black Hear them twelve inch stillettos tappin' through the ghetto I can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain't a part Of shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hard I keep the underground in shape and never be soft You wanna make it like the fat naked bitches turnin' me off! *Repeat Miri Ben-Ari won't you take 'em to the middle east Uh uh uh (uh) uh (uh) Uh (uh) uh uh (uh) uh (uh) Uh uh (uh) uh (uh) yeah (uh) Yeah (yeah) yeah (uh) yeah (yeah) waiya! |
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Yo this is Jimmy Henchman and you wouldn't wanna be in what I be in Now if you want management, 1-800-Henchman, boy Straight up on 93.1 Masquerade |
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Wyclef, Butch Cassidy, Sharissa
What up Unnnnnh! From the West Indies to the West Coast Callabo You say keep it gangsta *But when the beef come, you're the first to run (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA) Yo, that ain't your gun, it belongs to... (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA) You roll with a hundred, but when the beef come don't nobody want it (Gangster, la la la la, la la la la) I want to dedicate this chant to my people locked down livin life in the yard (KEEP IT GANGSTA) Keep a shank boofed up in their tape just in case a thug wanna play hard (KEEP IT GANGSTA) All this ice-grillin talk bout you King of New York, now you wanna call a guard (THAT AIN'T GANGSTA) But it's too late when the guard show up cause your body's going straight to the morgue (KEEP IT GANGSTA) *Repeat I wanna dedicate this jam to the ladies holdin spots when they fellows lock down (KEEP IT GANGSTA) Keep a glock in they pocket blowin shots till they pray I'm in town (KEEP IT GANGSTA) And to the snitch that ratted on rich the streets got you 16 rounds (THAT AIN'T GANGSTA) But theres only one place for a gully rat, six feet under the ground (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA) I'm gon keep it gangsta (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA) La la la la, la la la la (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA) *Repeat just third line Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Yo, stop with the posin Y'all ain't really holdin I'm about to open, a chapter of the Omen Casket, closin, bodies, frozen I've, been chosen, y'all forsaken Ante up, so the chains get taken Flash backs of the rock season in the making Ain't no more MC'n, ice is just gleamin And you wonder why you got robbed, cause your life had no meaning, fake gangsta (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA) *Repeat Nobody, nobody, nobody (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA) Now what would you do if Henchman's came for you? (GANGSTA) 9 out of 10 times you would flea your crew (GANGSTA) So people your lying say you running these streets (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA) You better watch out cause they have heat (GANGSTA) Now what would you do if Big Jack came for you? (GANGSTA) 9 out of 10 times you would leave your crew (GANGSTA) So people your lying say you running these streets (GANGSTA) You better watch out cause they have heat Gangsta I'm gonna keep it gangsta You say keep it gangsta La la la la, la la la la You say keep it gangsta Gangsta You say keep it gangsta |
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Yo it's a lot a tension on this dance floor right now
A lot a thugs A lot a thugettes A lot a sets A lot a projects A lot a hungry people I can't take this pressure no more I gotta scream for the people, man Ay Ay *To my killers in the club wit the burners that be screamin out blow Ain't no need to shoot tonight To my ladies that be shakin they ass to that Wyclef sound We gon get in crunk tonight To my ballers and my ballettes that be comin to the party high style Y'all better watch y'all jewels tonight If you smoke like I smoke in your high life everyday I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday Yo you don't wanna beef cause if I pull artillery You and your man'll be sorry Cause I ain't come for war I just came to dance So grab a shorty Let's party today You and I know that you can't win That's why you standin by the bouncer for protection Clef ain't the one for the testin You better off steppin before I clay your section Anyway Back to the girls that keep it movin Teflon keep it groovin We got you in the mood-n After the club we can take a ride I got this new G5 on dubs outside Yo you can call your crew and I can call my crew and we could do this every weekend Cause if you party like I party dem niggas call 911 everyday I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday *Repeat If you ain't from my hood you get robbed like every day I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Friday, Saturday, Sunday, anyway Now the night is through girl what you wanna do Like Bubba Sparxxx let's get ugly You and I know that you want this So tell your girls follow us in they Lexus Back to the Delano, the W, the Sheraton, the Mondrian It's the after party If you drink like I drink then you drunk like everyday I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday Ay yo, Clef, pass dem keys dog You toe down, baby, Ay Ay *Repeat If you smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday I'm talkin bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday |
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It's funny how the Earth rotates, man you never know what's
going to happen, ya know mean? All I said was "Aiight, I got this chiki bang bang dang da dang" Then it all got it started for me, man Yo, man I'm just getting back from the tour, man What it be like, man? Yo, bust it, turn me up Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can make it anywhere else, man Somehow I believe that shhhh *Oh, what a night Late December, 1993 (what happened?) Who thought he would rule the industry? What an MC on the grind Yo, I ain't always have whips, I ain't always have yachts I ain't always have chips, I ain't always have rocks Matta fact I was a grimey little negro Who said if music didn't work, I'd sell diesel What cha'll thought, I wasn't raised in the projects? First of the month waitin for that PA check Lived on the first floor Were so poor that if you rung the buzzer the roaches would answer the door (who is it?) I went from boy to man in one night When I saw my life flash like light from poltergeist What made it worse, I couldn't speak English But from his facial expressions, he wanted my Adidas So hurry up and come out and play I'll be damned if I leave bare-footed in this hallway And I got big plans, so beg your pardon Cause next year this time I'ma sell out the Garden *Repeat Yo, yo, I ain't gonna brag and boast and say I did it all But I'm the only rapper to play Carnegie Hall The first rap group, video cost a million First rapper to ever rep for the Haitians And sa fa say, na boolay Grammy night, we took 3 away 22 million sold, I can't believe this There's still ain't a rapper alive who could achieve this But I ain't satisfied, when back to my home contemplating How could I become the next Quincy Jones? That's when Jerry hit me up on the horn and said "Clef, your on the cover of the cover of The Source by The Rolling Stones" No more struggling, good life we loving it You could live it too, if you only publish it So here we go, so what's the scenario? I own so many cars that I'm renting 'em for videos *Repeat (x2) (Wyclef ad Libs) |
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Pussycat, Pussycat I love you Yes, I do You and We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there Lets go Chorus Whoa, whoa, whoa See dat pussycat [Repeat three times] Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak Feel me on this track Girl let me spell out pussycat Youre the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t Thats Clef in the drop Lex Keep the prophylactics for safe sex Manicure, pedicure, human hair from the Korean stores Ghetto cats, got your back I keep a gat for the alley cats Sexy cat, rough cat Doggy style on the floor mat But make sure you wear your mitten Or pay child support for your kitten Whats new pussycat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Chorus Hold up wait a minute To all my hood kitties Dont you pull your claws Therell be none of that on the dance floor For the battle cats I got metaphors You dont wanna test You got sweaty paws Which part you dont understand Dont let it be another cat scan Talk a ice when my shine reacts I leave you blind wit a cataract Ay yo But did anybody see my bobcat Anybody Its been three weeks and we still havent spoken Oh, Lord She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment I said it wasnt mine She said I was one cat that was lyin So hey kitty-kitty meet me in the city You know dogs we always on the gritty gritty Freaky deaky in the pretty puddy-puddy So baby girl let me ride the pony pony Whats new pussycat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Chorus x 3 Yo where my freaky cats ready to do anything Put the blind fold on Girl let me feel your tongue ring Bling Now Ima quick cat B |
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For midnight lovers only
A slow jam exclusive Hot 93.1 |
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| 3:50 |
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I'm just sittin' here playin' the guitar
City High, Claudette and 'Clef Ehh, excuse me If you see me screamin' Deep in my mind I'm only dreamin' Cuz if I wake girl And your not by my side I feel like half of me Is no longer alive So please shorty, Before you walk out that door, booby Would you listen to my song? If only, I give you one last chance (one last chance) Wit the devil you can no longer advance You've got to be faithful So we could be fruitful Build a family And follow God's destiny So just before I run to the block, papi I might listen to your song BOO, before you walk out that door listen *They say two wrongs don't make a right Don't make it right So if I'm wrong, I ain't tryna fight I'm tryna have some dinner wit some candlelight Yeah, yea Lay up in tha bed and make love all night So papi I won't leave, maybe I'll just stay But promise me that you'll do the same Girl I'ma love you, like I never loved you Touch me, like you never touched me Yo, if you give me the chance girl, I'm gone show you Now baby, understand (I understand) That I forgive you But I ain't gone forget That you brought me a reason Baby, baby, baby, baby But I have grown From a thug into a man Built my castle with bricks, And no longer with sand Oh girl Then just before I run to the block baby, I might listen to your song BOO, before you walk out that door listen They say two wrongs don't make a right Don't make it right So if I'm wrong, I ain't tryna fight I don't wanna fight I'm tryna have some dinner wit some candlelight Yeah, yea Lay up in tha bed and make love all night So papi I won't leave, maybe I'll just stay But promise me that you'll do the same Girl I'ma love you, like I never loved you Touch me, like you never touched me Yo, if you give me the chance girl, I'm gone show you I'm so used to rain That I can't see the sunshine no more I'm so used to the pain that the The sickness heals like a cure But only if you gave me the keys to your soul And let me in, I'm gonna love you over Over And over Over Again Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, Ohh They say two wrongs don't make a right Don't make it right! So if I'm wrong, I ain't tryna fight I don't wanna fight, no, whoa, oh I'm tryna have some dinner wit some candlelight Yeah, yea, make love to me! Lay up in tha bed and make love all night So papi I won't leave, maybe I'll just stay But promise me that you'll do the same Girl I'ma love you, like I never loved you Touch me, like you never touched me Yo, if you give me the chance girl, I'm gone show you Show me, yeaa I aint gon stay on tha block no more girl I'ma come home early girl, I promise |
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Who goes there Hello, yes, am I on the air Fo sho, live and clear, baby Hi, this is Kwaliah, I would like to request a song Make it quick or get the click, mama I wanna hear I'm a th, what's that shh That Thug Like Me, Kwa Alright Instant Request, Masquerade Hot 93.1, baby |
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| 4:45 |
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This joint right here It goes out for the fellas
Creepin in the lady's home when they man ain't home Ladies help me say *If you ain't treatin your girlfriend right Trust me when I tell you this One day you won't be missed Someone will replace your kiss You wanna be hardcore Like the rapper Jadakiss Or a thug like me will be up in your house Cookin breakfast in the morning I know you heard these words before But you never heard em quite like this You gon find yourself livin all by yourself Who woulda ever thought wit a stranger she would share her wealth Now a stranger like me is lyin under her sheets This is a warning red alert emergency If you can't find your girl that means she's here wit me She said you had an argument So I brought her roses You know what comes next when the door closes You don't like her smile So you treat her foul You only give her attention when I'm on the prowl And now your guilty conscience got you actin wild And now you wanna flip mode like you Busta Rhymes *Repeat This is a warning red alert emergency If you can't find your girl she's at work wit me Yo we eatin brunch while you havin lunch You don't even call to see what she wants You don't like her smile so you treat her foul You only give her attention when I'm on the prowl And now your guilty conscience got you actin wild And now you wanna flip like you Busta Rhymes *Repeat This is a warning It's a radar warning My dogs I'm talking to you right now You need to hold her and console her Never, never, never be afraid to tell her that you love her *Repeat Get on the phone and call your girlfriend right now You shoulda listened to her (Shoulda listened to her) You shoulda listened to her (Shoulda listened to her) Oh, you should listen to her (Sometimes you should listen to her) Take her out for dinner (Shoulda listened to her) Take her to the movies (Shoulda listened to her) She lookin groovy (Shoulda listened to her) That kinda girl ready (Shoulda listened to her) Yo you should listen to her (Shoulda listened to her) Sometimes just listen to her (Shoulda listened to her) Listen to her (Shoulda listened to her) Sometimes just listen to her (Shoulda listened to her) |
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| 3:30 |
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Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
(I'm sure y'all heard about my dad( Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (This one goes out for everybody that lost somebody) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (Be strong) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy Now I understand what Scarface meant When he said I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die Never in my deepest thoughts that I would imagine I would be the one carrying a coffin Yo I feel like a orphan even though I got a mom I'm the first born so I gotta play strong Memories of the past bout when we cried when we laughed It makes it hard, dad, for me to finish write this paragraph I remember when we all shoved snow frost bites and all Temperature forty below You used to call me lazy cause I said it was too cold But you would go in the crib fix me a fresh cup a cocoa I can't front I wish there was a sequel of the sixth sense So I could see dead people I'm so hurt, dad I can't cry no more But I know that you're knockin on heaven's door, Peace Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (Rest in peace, dad) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (All my people live on) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (Rest in peace, dad) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy Look into my eyes Realize I'm the same man my father was Y'all can tell by my Pink Cadillac The way I clean my ride Old grim tilted to the side But what I loved most was when the God philosophize About the philosophies of life in its reality Keep the right mentality Don't fall into vanity Sometime I feel like he standin watchin over me Whisperin in my ear, baby boy, I'm still here I heard him said I'm the shadow right beside you And if you confused, son, I'm there to guide you And even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear no evil For the Lord is wit me But don't forget that your mom's in your hands You two were so close That I finally understa nd And here's a message to your brothers and your sisters I'ma miss em No matter what I'ma be wit em Peace Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (To my dad, rest in peace) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (I guess I'll see you at the resurrection) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (To all my people that lost somebody) Da--a, daddy, daddy, daddy (Put the lighters in the air) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (Oh, daddy Oh, daddy) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (Oh, yeah, yeah, I need you, daddy) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (Oh, oh) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy (Daddy) Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy |
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I remember playin my guitar in the projects
Playin in the PJ's A product of the environment Pour some liquor for those who passed away I told my mom I'ma get up out of da hood Mama, My dad taught me the American dream, baby You can be anything that you wanna be If I did it y'all could do it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mama, take these guns away from here Mama, I can't shoot them anymore Cease fire I feel a dark cloud coming over So poor, so dark It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door To Biggie Smalls and Tupac Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door Hip-Hop To Freaky Tah and Big Heavy, Lost boy Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door Yeah And to the Princess Aaliyah We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door To my brother Big Pun Terror Squad We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door Oh Lord, Oh Lord Would someone take these guns away from here Take these guns from the street, Lord I can't shoot my brothers anymore I seen a thug cry I feel a dark cloud coming over me Over me It feels like It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door So sing along street children We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door And to my daddy that passed away Rest in peace Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door To the God, Fred Jordan, we're And put the Fugees on Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door To my people doin time We're Locked up Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door Crypts and Bloods, Latin peace Please just chill wit the violence Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence I'm asking y'all please chill wit the violence Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence Whoa We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door To my people in the Twin Tower We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door And to my soldiers in the Pentagon We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door New York New York New York New York New York Mama To my people in the streets I'm talkin to you now Please put down your heat Oh Lord To my brothers that's on the corner Oh God Ay get out quick or you too will be knockin on heaven's door |
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If you could see them The bullet riddle brothers you thought were brave The thugs, the gangstas If you could hear them right now as they knock on heaven's door They would tell you straight up Stop the sh-t The shootin, the bangin Too many tears Too many wakes Too many twenty-five to lifes And wake up They're up there right now talkin to you in tongues of fire For the love of life Stop it Yo, if you don't stop, I'm gonna get you before you get yourself This has been Philipe Luciano broadcasting live on Hot 93.1 Masquerade Holla |
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Light is in the air right now
Two thousand and two rebel music The saga continues Listen, children What's the problem in Manhattan Every ten men they look like Bin Laden So I have problems when I go to the airport First thing they do they wanna ask me for my passport The said Wyclef we love the Fugees the score But did anybody give you any strange package to bring on board I was like 'no' Here comes your national guards This look like a scene from the movie Star Wars One foot in, one foot out standing in the airplane I'm on tour I'm on my way to Japan First class, dark shades Let the fuschia out bed I want to sleep but keep my eyes on the cock pit Why just think they stay target- the pilot We gonna take over the plane Like the Los Angeles riot Riot Riot The Middle East The Middle East The street pack more heat than the Middle East The Middle East The Middle East When will the violence sleep in the Middle East The Middle East The street pack more heat than the Middle East The Middle East The Middle East When will the violence Say peace Say peace We don't want no war no more Let me hear the streets Peace, oh peace We don't want no war no more Let me hear the Middle East now Peace, now peace, oh peace, oh peace We don't want no war no more Let me hear the USA say peace Say peace Lord, peace We don't want no war no more (7x) Ay, peace Oh peace We don't want no war no more No, no let me hear you say Peace, peace, Say peace, say peace We don't want no war no more No, no, no, no Say peace, oh peace We don't want no war no more No more riots Riots riots Riots Riots Riots Riot |
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We gon send this out for every street DJ This is somethin for the mix shows Mix shows You don't wanna go outside Because the thugs are outside They bustin slugs outside So you don't wanna go outside Let's go Uh, I'm outside lookin in I could feel it through the wind From the streets' shore I could see the shark's fin They ain't eat nuttin in a week And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete So run your juice Pit bulls drew They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation You just a rat handin out information You wanna run and said Clef took my paper Clef ain't take your paper Clef is just a narrator Think I'm a singer I'ma have you call a operator 911 now you breavin through a respiratior All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side So think before you speak or blood is go leak You shouldn't have no problems understandin I ain't speakin Greek I need a hundred grand And I ain't talkin bout no candy bar Take over your strip like it's Candahar You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard I got gooms that stand on guard Post up waitin wit the toaster Hit you from close up Bare face No black mask No silencers On the burners everybody hear da gat blast Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators I got power like generators Slugs wit names on it The message I send to haters In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors Me and my men for paper We don't fear the morgue Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve You can't stop the shine Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime For real The flows is death defyin Act real and ya neck be flyin Brains and guts like I was savin private Ryan Test the iron And I show you a wall, cat That's filled wit bodies See where your balls at, if you all dat And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies And yours could be the next Number 19, erased out the projects I progress everyday I'm livin this life I won't stop till I'm buried, dog I'm livin it right Just gimme the price and I'm willin to take a chance I keep it ass hard Cause this sh― in my pants And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics You feelin the physical form as well as the spirit Don't try to compare it Just listen and love to hear it And if it's fire you know not to come near it I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you Check, G.O.D. put it down like it's burnin hot Execute you on the spot no warnin shot Comin Timothy McVay I burn down your block First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock I got no competition Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror Keep wishin Keep fishin Get a hundred and fifty stitches Your last rights Last meal Last wishes This is summin for the mix shows They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable Toast bottles in blue The hydropronic goose I spit ten words blow you to molecules I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles It's the jewel Whatever I could see I could be I saw hip-hop became a MC Then I saw the streets became a OG Then I learn to see myself became G.O.D. We get them packs off often I'm on da block where it's scorchin The life that I live'll make you nauseous Most of our n―gs see a coffin Most of our ?Cish see abortions Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma This is summin for the mix shows Where you and your mama, grandmama, and great-grandmama live out the same drama Where you and your father, father's fathers, great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime The city look ?Cish they changed the skyline And it's us against swine and they loosin they mind In the van with my grind And thirst to gimme time I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine My design's undefined I'm clearly one of a kind It's best you realize only the fittest survive For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside You don't wanna come outside Masquerade Its Blaques outside Fam and Prolific, we all outside So you don't wanna come outside Refugee Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street DJ that ain't getting no real radio airplay You know I mean That's comin on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin That got da streets on lock This generation |
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| 5:09 |
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Men Wyclef
Gad?Elizabetch fach?Elizabeth pas fach?non Li di s?pa ou k?li vl?S?n? t? gren lap tan Li di s?bab boy yo lap tan Li renmen dreadlocks yo Pou li kapab dans?Li renmen jan nou mix? Chorus: Kompa direc direc direc Nou mix?l avec on ti reggae reggae reggae Apr?sa nou m??hip-hop sou li L??men nou si nou repr?ent?pou Haiti Encor, encor, kompa direc direc direc Nou mix?l avec on ti jagon n-ga-gap, n-gu?gue, n-gou-gou n-ga-gap, n-gu?gue, n-gou-goooooou 釪釪釪釪yyyyy Men yo, men yo Men MVP yo Most Valuable Player S?pa basketball nap jou?S?kompa nap mat?Men non, Men non Men MVP a Most Valuable Player S?pa football nap jou?S?kompa nap mat? Gad?jan tout moun conten Kan kou l?ou jwen ch? ou vendredi Papa'm t?kon travaille nan yon factory Pendan mon onc Reynold tap jou?New York, New York, New York, New York, New York City, City Chorus Blow, blow, blow Nou pa p?Vin ak zam Nou pa p?S?dans?Nou vin dans?Belle fi Nou vin caress?Si-vou-pl?Avanc?S?f??Nou vin f??Ou pa pal?kreyol Ou pal?angl? Yo dog let me tell you like this Get out of my face or i'm a bust your ass You heard Pali, Boulova Wyclef ak G?ald vini ak MVP kompa Digital pa a la mod encor On y va Nou pa p? nou pa p?Nou pa p? nou pap janm p?Nou pa p? nou pa p?Nou pa p? nou pap janm p?N? Brooklyn, yo pa p?N? Miami, yo pa p?N? Cit?Soleil, yo pa p?D?espet?nou nap m?? en ba t?Nou pa p? Jacmel pa p?J??ie nou konnin nou pa p?P?ionville, Croix-des-Bouquets pas p?Canada nou konnin nou pa p?Kot?Brooklyn, Brooklyn pap janm p?New Jersey, New Jersey pap janm p?L'Artibonite nou konnin nou pa p?Gona?es nou konnin nou pa p?Aux Cayes, Au Cap pap janm p?Kot moun Jacmel yo, yo pa p?Saint-Marc, nou pa p?Port-au Priiiiiince!!!!!! An-mw? m'cw?Ti-Jo mouri Sa lap f?la ?minui li y?la oui m?zanmi Zombi, barr?yo Barr?Ti-Jo, m?zanmi, barr?l Zombi, barr?yo L??men nou, L??men nou, L??men nou, L??men nou Zombi, barr?yo Barr?Ti-Jo pou mwen, m?zanmi Zombi, barr?yo Woy, s?Wyclef m?zanmi Woy, depui m'piti mon onc Reynol t?montr?m mizik sa tand?Coup?Clou?Ti-Mano Raymond Jean-Baptiste Papa'm pat vl?m'tand?bagay sa non Gen moun ki di m'f?on plak kompa M'f?on lot men li, men li, men li Bon, bagay digital la pa a la mod tand?Style kompa no jou a yo r??l MVP Most Valuable Player Si s?pa kompa MVP nap jou?Nou pa vl?tand?l tand?Nap ba nou on roche tand?messieurs Ok tout moun ki daco ak kompa MVP an Bay radio'ou volum Si ou pa gen radio, al vol?youn Bal volum... |
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Haiti, I wanna welcome yall to West Indian day Parade(Sak pase)
This is my Carabanner, The PJ's Remix IN CREOLE let's Go!! Ghetto Nou te fet nan ghettoooo(Kenbe zam nou) Fok nout reprezante pou moun poooo(Pa tire Pa tire) Paske si se pat pou moun poo Nou pa tap janm konnen Wyclef Mwen pa sou bo no Mwen pa sou bo sud Mwen pa sou bo les Mwen pa sou Bo wes Msou bo bel dam yo Neg ki gen zam yo Neg ki sere Bob Marley nan choset yo Le police kenbe yo yo tire yo Le imigrasyon pran yo yo depote yo Neg kwa des bouke yo Neg kap fe grimo Yo di yo fe gri paske peyi pa gen lajan o Peyi pa gen Lajan Kanaval Chak ane o Lajan pou kanaval fok gen lajan pou manje o Respekte bon dye oo Domi avek Kwa sa oo 32 degre men mwen kay on mason o Leternel est mon Bergee je ne make rien o Menm si mkenbew nan foul la map epike ou avek kouto(anko) (Poukisa)Pase nou pa respekte ble e te Nou te fet nan ghetto kounyen kaynou gen elevator Mezanmi Brooklyn bloke mezanmi gade li bloke Canada Bloke mezanmi gade li bloke Miami bloke mezanmi gade li bloke Haiti bloke mezanmi gade li bloke Ghetto mwen te fet nan ghetto Fok mwen reprezant pou moun po Pase si se pat pou moun po Nou pa tanp janm konnen wyclef Gade nan kwadebouke yo gen on nouvo zam yo rele Nou Pa care Koman yo rele zam sa Nou pa care Li tiye manman papa fre avek se Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa ke Mwen di zam yo yap voyew nan lanfe Zam lan di msye met pase li gen tan vizite lisife Oh gade mysye kape rale zam li Zam la pa menm bon pou di bonswa ak jesus Pase Le wap rale se le sa nap tire Le wap pale se kadav ou nap gade(anh anh anh) Gwo gason nou pral antere o fon Si se JAMES BOND ou ye aswe a nap touye espyon Nou gen on nouvo zam yo rele nou pa care Koman yo rele zam sa nou pa care li tiye manman papa fre avek se Lem pale ak zam la zam la dim li pa care Vyolans nou pa vle mezanmi (nou pa vlel) Foul la avanse mezanmi (Avansel) Sivouple pinga pouse mezanmi (pinga nou pouse) Siveye Lougawou yo aswe a yo anvi vole Lase mwen pap janm bliye lase Mwen te fet kwadesbouke Paske si se pat pou AYITI Nou patap janm konnen Wyclef Leve men nou si no soti nan GHETTO Kote dread lox yo ki te genyen AFRO Kote ayisyen yo ki renmen manje Mango Kote timoun piti yo kap jwe LAGO Depi yo we Wyclef yo gen satisfaksyon Yo renmen mesye a ki gen 12 televizyon Mezanmi Playstation DVD li nan dwe nan jem Le POLICE kenbe mwen se machin mwen yo vle gade Gade on ayisyen ki soti an ayiti Lem jwe Las Vegas yo relem Elvis Presley Oh Oh yo banm on body guard ki soti an Italy Men nou konnen wyclef pa janm mache san fizi Mezanmi si li fe nwa map tire sou la lune Paske nou konnen Wyclef Jean se Jean-Jacques Dessalines Timoun nan ghetto pinga nou chanje channel Bondye ap pwoteje nou kankou li pwoteje Danniel Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze Men gade miray e yo pa kraze Mezanmi Ghetto nou te fet nan ghetto Fok nou reprezante pou moun po Paske si se pat pou moun po Nou pa tap janm konnen Jerall Mezanmi leve drapo nou mezanmi pi wo pi wo Respekte refije yo pi wo pi wo Nou konnen nou se MVP pi wo pi wo Respekte rasin lan pi wo pi wo MVP rasin,Bagay yo pral kontinye Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze Jeriko Jeriko Miray la kraze Men gade miray e yo pa kraze Woy woy woy back up back up Jeriko Miray la kraze (10x) Met yo di siw te la,laj pa tap mouri... enben kotel ye? Laj sa, Leve nan tomb la (x until fade) |
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