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Ghetto Supastar, 1998
1. Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
The kingdom of this world is become
The Kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ
And of His Christ, and of His Christ
And He shall reign for ever and ever
And He shall reign for ever and ever
And He shall reign for ever and ever
And He shall reign for ever and ever
King of Kings, for ever and ever
And Lord of Lords, Hallelujah Hallelujah
King of Kings, for ever and ever
And Lord of Lords, Hallelujah Hallelujah
King of Kings, for ever and ever
Lord of Lords
King of Kings, and Lord of Lords
And He shall reign for ever and ever
And He shall reign for ever and ever
King of Kings for ever and ever
And Lord of Lords Hallelujah Hallelujah
And He shall
And He shall reign for ever and ever
King of Kings, and Lord of Lords
King of Kings, and Lord of Lords
And He shall
And He shall reign for ever and ever
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
For ever and ever
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
2. Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are) feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard & Mya
Man, man look up at the sky
All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
Uh yeah, yo, yo,
Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means
The supreme dream team, always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to sellin' raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin' on this cream
Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million refugees with unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top squeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin' like a pentagon
Strike with the forces of King Solomon
Lettin' bygones be bygones and so on and so on
I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin' it retrospective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
Politic with ghetto senators on the deelow
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
One, two and you don't stop, yo my eyes is sore, bein' a senator
Behind closed doors hittin' truth to the sea floor
The rich go North ignore, the tug of war
While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores
So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more
I'ma reveal everything, change the law
I find myself, walkin' the streets
Tryin' to find what's really goin' on in the streets
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
Now every dog got his day, needless to say
When the chief away that's when them cats want to play
I told you, mess around you fools like Cassius Clay
Stretch my heater make you do a pas de bourree
Kick your balls like Pele, pick 'em doin' ballet
Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway
Get applause like a matador, cry yellin', ole
Who the hell wanna save me, from B.K., to Cali, come on
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
Yeah, yo, yeah
Just when you thought it was safe in a common place
Showcase your finest is losin fast in the horse race
Two faced, gettin' defaced, out like Scarface
Throw your roll money, let me put on my screw face
Well, I'm paranoid at the things I said
Wonderin' what's the penalty from day to day, I'm hangin' out
Partyin' with girls that never die, you see I was
Pickin' on the small fries, my campaign tellin' lies
Was just spreadin' my love, didn't know my love
Was the one holdin' the gun and the glove
But it's all good as long as it's understand
It's all together now, in the hood
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, all stars, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
Sing it baby, sing it baby
To another, ah, ha, ha, ha
Yeah, hay, ah
3. Phone Interlude
4. What'cha Wanna Do feat. The Product G & B & Free
(Pras and Free: Intro)
(Pras)
When the time is right in the heat of the night, right? Right?
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do
(Free)
When you got the buzz and you feelin' the high, right? Uh.
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do
(Pras)
When you standin' in line and your credit decline, yeah... uh
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do
(Free)
When you didn't do the crime but you're doin' the time, uh.
(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, ooh, ooh, oh (right, right)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah
(Pras: Verse One)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, once again she's back again
Wonderin' when she gonna find life again
Makin' runs, stackin' ones, workin'-class citizen,
Chosen one of Babylon
Touched for the first time like a virgin (Uh huh)
Rap's origin, blast outta Eden (Yeah)
Love the way the snake skin wrap around her bared skin
Sex on the beach, sippin' on juice and gin
Repent just to sin again, it's that yin-yang news bulletin
Stuck with me through thick 'n' thin
Like I imagine I must sound like a Gatlin'
Gettin' rowdy with my crew down in Brooklyn
Drinkin' Ginseng, not to mention, where's my hooligan
Who find them cats like Benjamin Franklin
Shorty perfect 12 on a scale 1 to 10
Whatever, whenever, you can see me like when, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh...
(Free)
When you're dead broke, and you can't pay the bills
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?
(Pras)
When you feelin' horny and you need a cheap thrill. Yeah.
(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, ooh, ooh, oh. (right, right, right, yeah)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah. Uh. Right? C'mon. Feel it.)
(Free: Verse Two)
What you gon' do? Uh, yeah, yeah...
See, all I wanna do is make love on the beach
And grab all the things that seem out of my reach (M-hmm)
I never had nothin' so there ain't shhh to lose (Uh huh)
I refuse to snooze in these Hill Street Blues (Word)
It's a full time thing, just tryin' to maintain
Even little city girls go insane (Stop it)
Sometimes I wish I could press rewind
When the life I live don't seem to be mine
If I could fly away, Free be long gone
You couldn't pin me down with your zoom lens on
I stay macked out, blacked out, stacked out
Cats outta order, y'all get smacked out, uh
Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt
Nobody interferes when I'm doin' my work
Pullin' my skirt, that's a full court violation
Y'all better get ready for the full annihilation
(Uh.)
(Pras)
When you think you got a shorty but she's sleepin' with your best friend,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?
(Free)
When your man is doin' well, but he lackin' dividends, yeah, uh, mmm
(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, ooh, ooh, oh.
(Free)
What you wanna do? What you wanna do? What you wanna do?
(Product G & B)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah
(Free)
Right. Right. Uh, uh, right
(Product G & B: Hook)
To all the people, light your candles
Strugglin' and hustlin' your way
So, this shout out goes
To all of the people bein' in every day, day, day.
(Pras: Verse Three)
Yeah, yo, yeah, yo...
Hey yo, I wanna be in the back of the club, just rub-a-dubblin'
While these fake cats be champagne bubblin'
Who you lovin', who you huggin' in your time of strugglin'?
Two to three job is hard to keep jugglin'
Monopoly of hard times, all I got is hard rhymes
When I make it out, baby, I'ma keep you in mind
Can't stop the shine, can't claim what's mine
Comin' up, yeah, I'm in my prime
Ready to get this party started
Cut this track with diamonds, yeah I'm cold hearted
A bloodhound, leavin' you punks dumbfound, what now?
You done F'd up now, wha' what? Look around
If anyone asks, I say it's crime related
Them cats forgot to learn the Ten Crack Commandments
Passin' judgement when you came from the basement
So if you say we hot, it's just an understatement
(Free)
When you in love with yo' man but y'all can't get along, uh, yeah, yeah
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?
(Pras)
You already bought the ring, but the thrill is gone, yeah. Uh
(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, ooh, ooh, oh. (right, right, uh, uh)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
(Free)
When your baby's daddy ain't payin' child support,
(Uh, yeah, a-what you gonna do? Uh, yeah.)
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?
(Pras)
When you think you gettin' off but the jury's been bought, yeah, yeah
(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, ooh, ooh, oh. (right, right, right, yeah)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, Yeah, yeah
(Uh, uh. Uh, uh. Uh, uh. Yeah yeah, yeah yeah.)
(Pras)
Hmm. Yeah. A'ight, that's it.
5. Blue Angels
(Pras: Intro One)
Dirty Cash *echoes*
Dirty Cash *echoes*
Yeah, uh
(Singers: Intro Two) Uh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
(Pras: Verse One)
Yo, yo, yo
Yo it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin like the Tri-Boro
Victory is endless 'cause we all want a hero
Blazing Saddles so stop horsing around
From sunup to sundown, it's the world renowned
It's hard to be real when them cats are make believe
Stop it please, come run wit deez
If you can't feel me, then get up and leave
'Cause I'm automated life flyin, Fate is on her knees
Locate the object, pinpoint my movin target
Pray for them, and bless em, like Sister Margaret
Got more alumni than the grad school of Harvard
Beat Street the movie was my all time favorite
So can you stand the smell of a black powder
My B.I. is 700, horsepower
Burnin rubber, break you off somethin' proper
Love it or not, I'm the man of the hour, yeah
(Singers: Chorus)
Just when you thought my shine was burnin out
Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night
There ain't no problems baby we can't get through
You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you
Uh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
(Pras: Verse Two)
Yo... yo, yo, yo
Yo she was hot to death, like the story Macbeth
When your marked for death it's a matter of life or death
I'ma cherish and nourish every single breath
When there's no one left, I'ma carry your footprints
Step by step, walkin' through the, twentieth
Century, eyes on me
When the dogs start barkin you must set them free
Go in-Between the Sheets just like the Isley's
I'ma kill 'em precisely, indirectly
Choose my women wisely, Charlie's Angels got my back
As if I was Bosley, bout to get rowdy
So pray to Mother Mary, you think this is easy?
Be a cold day in Hell before I let you come and get me
So stop actin' frowsy, that's the one-fifty
Holler if you hear me make your move if you ready
Dirty Cash, Navy Seals, reppin through your city, what?
(Singers: Chorus)
(Pras: Verse Three)
Yo... yeah, yo, yo
Hey yo the way I feel now you cats can drop dead
Jump up and spread then take off them threads
You heard what I said, don't be misled
Navy Seals what? Running over chickenheads
Run like I'm a caca, act like a bobaka
My ears shoot the street, just to take out the imposta
Tomorrow never dies when she reveals her eyes
Keep your eyes on the prize, for Pras is the prize
Tough guys get penalized, cut down to size
It's the one that be witchu that be the true spies
Never say never when we can make it together
ReFugees are tougher than ever, what?
(Singers: Chorus)
Whoo-oh, oh, oh
Just when you thought my shine was burnin' out
Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night (ReFugee Camp)
There ain't no problems baby we can't get through
You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you
Uh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
(Singers: Chorus)
We will survive! Oh!
Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
6. Can't Stop The Shining feat. Canibus & Free
(Free - Verse One)
Your minutemen don't stand a chance inside mi casa
Even with viagra disband god no may I say nada
I used to be naive and dress fresh when I was small
Now I line these niggas up against the wall and grab they balls!
I like to hear the tone of their voice when it's high pitch!
It's the only way to separate the mens from the biaaat**!
The loyal from the snitch, I dig a ditch when they twitch!
Bring 'em to their knees no higher than my hem stitch
You trying to verbal me you bound to end up voice lift!
You wanna change your plea but now your ass is choiceless
I illuminate the atmosphere a million watts strong
Before Free like BC your night was weeks long
You can't stop my shine, my state of being's too sublime
Too refined, too'significant? to be defined
I've got a round and automatic for you mortals out of line
See I'm your worst nightmare, I'm striking in the daytime! What?!
You Can't Stop The Shining
You wanna stop the shining?
Can't Stop The Shining
You Can't Stop The Shining
(Pras - Verse Two)
Hey yo, My subject matters travels in three different states
Gas, liquid, solid-Decelerate your heart rate
I duplicate the sound god makes when he farts in space
Make you say (indecipherable)
Them cats say I'm wicked
The way I just kick it
The man for the 150, too scientific
For you to come and get it
Won't you just quit it?
Stop all the gimmick, bust it!
Hey yo, peep it!
Suck the blood out of you diagnose you an enemic
Hundred miles runnin', hundred shots gunnin'
Ha I just got your catch, yeah you can keep runnin'
The impact of the rush will leave you decapitated
None reinstated
Your style's been deflated
You won't quite make it, Dirty Cash just invaded - yeah!
I know you prayed for my downfall
Curse all you cats whose down with Babylon
You Babylon I'll battle you unto the break of dawn
Or better yet till we can identify flying aliens!
Well I'll be smooth sailing, all you chameleons
Mortal beings, what?! Pure earthlings-Yeah!
Traveling through the bowels of Brooklyn blood as a hallogen
Standing on Flatbush hollering with my hooligans
Unify my styles like the Russian and the (indecipherable)
I'm platinum plus and you're silver still and...
(Canibus - Verse Three)
Yo, My power to weight ratio makes it capable
For me to carry hundred thousand pound boast radios
Fuckin' with the "Can-I", is like stepping on a
Live land mine behind enemy lines
Military paratroops with camouflage parachutes
In flight suits and boots landing on your roof
Eliminate the target is the prime objective
I create psychic walls harder than cement is
Nobody enters, nobody exits
I wreck shit with methods, electric like the Pentagon's fences
MC's with the hype-nitis disease are like crack fiends
With the hepatitis B vaccine
Navy Seal team make a biaaat** scream
Make 'em suck a thingy dipped in vaginal cream
'Cause you mothafuckas ain't worth the earth that you walk on
You ain't worth the paper plates prisoners eat pork on!
Mothafuckas!
Rip Rock part two! Yeah- So what the f**k you wanna do?
7. Get Your Groove On feat. The Product G & B & Most Wanted
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(A-get your groove on)
Come and get your groove on
(A-get your groove on)
(Pras)
Refugee Camp, uh-huh
Navy Seals, All-stars, come on, come on, come on
(Pras)
Yo, yo, yo, so you wanna be startin somethin'
Not for nothin', but yo, Pras is only good for, steady pumpin
I go bust I'm inflammable yeah, you disgust me
Your flow is horrible, see your man gotta carry you
Hyper water balls say no more your words are too cheap
Too affordable, you incapable of runnin' your label
Goin' against my crew is very irrational, improbable
Unthinkable, yeah quite impossible
So what's your motive, tell me, what's your agenda?
Try to slide under my name is all proper beginner
Tackle the crime, run out of time, in the wrong state of the mind
Is a sign of the time, you was quick like Cower Marie
Type a kid, slowly for what, his birth
I'll drink you like a Bloody Mary
Why try, you die, black eye, you rough guys
Try to light my fire you get burnt with smoke eyes
(Chorus: Pras)
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
Come and get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
And tell my people that's rowdy 'bout it
In the click about it, about it
Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
(Get your thug on)
Come on and get your thug on (come on, come on, come on)
Everybody come on
Where you been, on tour, niggas get no dumber
It's scary; I know exactly what you did last summer
Nothin', chilled low (low), do you feel dough? (dough)
I mean that real dough (dough) bitches still real slow (slow)
You got show dough, go in, split that
We'll be gone till November, when y'all niggas get back
Ah, did y'all ever go, ever flow, guess we'll never know
A lot of cats talk about it, hoes screamin, whether shows
Yo it's crunch time, ya want mine, you hardly know me
But when we blow, you'll catch them off guard like Kobe
Lauryn, we know Tone, with the camper would not
Now we did star as Rodies, point shamper would not
I'm not Puff, but I can stop, best you know
Test the flow don't do it, be the next to blow
Nigga check your seen my style is fly
Better get her, I'm on point like, Alan Nigh
(Chorus: Pras)
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
Come and get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
And tell my people that's rowdy 'bout it
In the click about it, about it
Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
Come on and get your thug on
(Come on, come on, come on)
Everybody come on
See cats real clever like me bringin' the strong
Had a deal for a year, can't write one song
Been side too long, your advance picked up
I'm like Kane in 88, I'ma tear sh up
Spitter, six flows average dudes can't stand me
I'm nice and ease state, bringin' heat like Miami
You never got to let me flow I still kick it
Never got to light my six, I still whip it
Tell your chick not to see me no more, I still hit it
She tossed and committed, player the shot did it
And Mr. Dibbs in it, then leave it alone
Watch me floss all night, no, get your own, what
(Chorus: Pras)
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
Come and get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
And tell my people that's rowdy 'bout it
In the click about it, about it
Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
(Get your thug on)
Come on and get your thug on
Everybody come on
(Pras)
Yo, yo, yo a lot of people thought I left welcome me back like Carter
Play these cats with a vengeance watch them die harder
You play your sound; we'll play our louder
And stop askin me who the hell the baby's father
Dirty cash countin', my crew never losin
Shorty on standby, chief four, jet fuelin
Who is to say (say), how many AK's (K)
Spread your way, what price you wanna pay?
Prices cut, iced seeds, sprinkle on my Rolo
Triple threat trio, you take us in the Limo, dig
I'm the safest ride I hear, next to the Volvo
Six double-o while you lacin a Pinto
No one isn't safe, many had, carry ways
I'm fully irate, most ghettos don't want to gate
We play Grammy's you play Ricki Lake
Baptizin sinners at the Salt Lake City baby
(Chorus: Pras)
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
Come and get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
And tell my people that's rowdy 'bout it
In the click about it, about it
Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
(Get your thug on)
Come on and get your thug on (get your thug on)
Everybody come on
(Pras)
Uh, yeah, come on, stop it, stop it
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(Pras)
To all-them niggas locked down
All them real niggas nahmean?
8. Frowsey
(Pras)
Yeah, uh, yo it's the one that be wit you, that be the true spot
Tellin' po-po I carry gun on my side
Pullin me other with my shorties in my ride
But my man in the joint got connects from this side
Lawyer bring a hundred times as well as twenty-five
These the type of cats that celebrated few words or die
Smile in your face; tell your kind of lies
Wanna come and be wit you just for an alibi
I'm meant to eat wit you, sleep wit you
Get a couple of shorties, and come freak wit you
Set you up to gear right, then go and beef wit you
If they couldn't sell your story on a pay-per view
Want me the copper please, who I put... felony
Snitch all my homies so they set me free
And fore I'll be a rat I rot in the whole fam
Refugees in the game never give up the man
(Chorus: Pras)
It's the one that be wit you, creep and eat wit you
Actin' powsey, powsey but they (frowsey)
It's the one that come around givin' you all the pound
Being loud and rowdy but they... (Stop actin') frowsey
(You think you fresh but you) frowsey
(Your own Mom think you) frowsey
(Uh) uh (uh)... frowsey
(Pras)
I'm callin everybody name in this here rap game
Frontin ass cats tryin' to be around the fame
You know who the f you are, the ones with no shame
Always complain, while somethin', never to blame
Foxy individuals, them cruddy ass criminals
Come around and try to f... around with my decimals
I got a big burette that gets no better
If you want some trouble then look no further
If I'm poor I'll make a vocal, Meguan murder
So God so help me please control my temper
Fleas must please, say the word true indeed
With friends like these yeah, you don't need enemies
Informers wanna loose, take your notes
Before you see me drove I'll let the gun smoke
Love to sit back and watch them get blast
Ingrave my name on they ass, Dirty Cash
(Chorus: Pras)
It's the one that be wit you, creep and eat wit you
Actin' powsey, powsey but they (so)
It's the one that come around givin' you all the pound
Being loud and rowdy but they... (Stop actin') frowsey
(You think you fresh but you) frowsey
(Your own Mom think you) frowsey
(Uh) uh (uh) uh
Keep it movin (frowsey)
Yo that sounds some cheap frowsey to me man
How can... how can you bleepin deal with me like that man?
Yo, just actin' so frowsey (stop it)
Why you doin' this to me man?
(*Man speaking over Pras*)
(Pras)
It's the one that be wit you, creep and eat wit you
Actin' powsey, powsey but they (frowsey)
It's the one... (Give you the money you want)
Stop it (are you scared of frowsey?) why you doin' that? (Stop it)
(Yo stop actin') frowsey
(You think you fresh but you) frowsey
(Your own Mom think you) frowsey
Uh (uh)
(Pras)
Yo, yo, yo keep it movin
It's the one that be wit you, creep and eat wit you
Actin' powsey, powsey but they (frowsey)
It's the one that come around givin' you all the pound
Getting loud and rowdy but they... (Stop actin') frowsey
(You think you fresh but you) frowsey
(Your own Mom think you) frowsey
(Uh, uh) keep it movin, keep it movin
It's the one that be wit you, creep and eat wit you
Actin' powsey, powsey but they (frowsey)
It's the one that come around givin' you all the pound
Getting loud and rowdy but they... (Stop actin') frowsey
(You think you fresh but you) frowsey
(Your own Mom think you) frowsey
(Uh) uh (uh) come on, keep it movin
Frowsey, frowsey, frowsey, frowsey, frowsey, frowsey, frowsey
9. Dirty Cash
10. For The Love Of This
Uh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo it's so amazin how I be blazin’
From the four seasons to you at the days in
Where you lay at on the cages?
I comin' with a cannon, two guns blazin', purple hazin
My shine can be appraised, my tongue radiate
Orchard violent rays, why you stower in the off broke and paid
Singin' your heart out, oh happy days, I'm movin on up
Damn, I wish I had it made, ran on your parade
Make you exchange at the word trade
Dig son, your whole couldn't add up to my half
I'll count your funds yeah, like third grade math
Blast to your path every mornin I break flags
Dirty cash always find a way to get stash
From Italy to the deepest alley
Up to the highest mountains of the Himalayas
I put that on a stack of bibles so I stack a prayers
Yo democrat block, must get shot
Believe me not go ask Pac Prodock
Scream on the crew when you don't know how
Shiver liner got, rhymes in every single cloud, 'cause what
(Chorus: Pras)
For the love of this, I give my life a diss
And for the love of this, I send my last wish
For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
You see I will do anything but I won't do that
(Sniff Coke) won't do that (slang dope) can't do that
(Get out the car) shouldn't do that (take off your rope) why do that?
(Feel the gun smoke bloaw!)
Do you hear me baby
(Pras)
Yo, I got no life to spare, no time to bear
No TL care, I'm single like a stair
I can feel it in the air comin' everywhere
Twenty years from now, I'm gonna be a billionaire
Red for the on the island M-I sicky underwear
Leavin' all the BS elsewhere, I swear
Black you out make you see the boat like Noah
There's nothin' here for y'all, glasses like Coca-Cola
Mix-a-Mack make 'em see there's not enough buildings
Not ever since when I drop by these flash un a peepin
No reef thugin more caffeine than tryin'
Spread the love yeah to all my beloved
High speed chasin, low pro pursue
Black shoes important, soldiers come Bay Root
So look to my troops and the stolen Coupes
Here's the gun don't talk about it, just get up and shoot (stop it)
Hold up son, let me set up the pace
I'm that cattle in the race on the Human Race
Don't call me Human, call me Lou-man
Like par, move your record company under?You-Hah?
Family business FR to snitches
I'm down with M.O.B. yeah Money over Bitches
(Chorus: Pras)
For the love of this, I give my life a diss
And for the love of this, I send my last wish
For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
You see I will do anything but I won't do that
(Pras)
For the love of this I'll paint myself green
Within myself in the Corrine, Pras Most Wanted
Last seen with Sister Morphine
Scuba Diving with the Navy Seals in the Yellow Submarine
Headed for, the Philippines, microphone fiend with are regain green
It burns when I eat tangerine, wash it down with a cup of Gasoline
Burn into flames, like your actress said Ilene
Supreme Dream Team, musical machine, money makin' machine
Walk through the Desert butt-naked with a inch of canteen
Slappin it, rapper'll be like nah mean?
Got nothin' but a piggy in a tree, to what I shoot and some washed out jeans
Headin for the stars word, word to God
Watchin every move placin' all my cards
The game'll soon come like the aliens
Everybody runnin', sayin' that's the one
(Chorus: Pras)
For the love of this, I give my life a diss
And for the love of this, I send my last wish
For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
You see I will do anything but I won't do that
(I sell Crack) won't do that (peel on your back) can't do that
(Here comes the Gat) shouldn't do that (if you wanna lay flat) why do that?
(Pras)
Yo, come on, do you hear me baby (hear me baby)
Uh, uh, uh, Navy Seals y'all, Refugee Camp what, what
You better stop it, punk, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it HA!
98-99, yeah, yeah, (*Dirty said several times*) Cash haha
11. Wha' What Wha' What feat. Most Wanted & The Product G & B
(Pras)
Uh, yeah, huh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo, I'll do a double dish cleaner
The funny ass cats remind me of a skinner
Now you listen up, now what, heat on spitter
A renegade with my blade watch you get cut up
Sucker ass punk, you used to get beat up
Type of dude that'll smoke your weed up and eat up
Hold up, surrender your squad, it's a stick up
Fifty-two pickup, you high school drop-out, gives you enough float
To succeed or get tighter, what up, your block, get up
Shut up, or put up I'ma bout to let up
Licky, licky here, two shots you gone lick up
Take her to the news under: You should've eased up
Wha' What Wha' you got me fed up, get up or shut the f up
You done f'ed up, 8 or 9 enough even if she has seven runner up
Like the fans, like your thumbs up, what up?
I make them bowl like Shopper Ranks
I'm the Captain of the Ship, make them cats walk the plank
What the f you think I'm point, point blank
Turn off my sound niggas, let... crank
[Chorus w/variations:]
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
See, blaze me above the game with no limit
Niggas nowadays can slick and pull gimmicks
Cowber use roly well iced that been in it
Mines is loose rocks and the Beverly spin in it
Only place tin linid they cost a lot
When no money on the game you sure talk a lot
Never like a nigga car, you walk a lot
See I make cream a lot, while you niggas dream a lot
Can't you see it's all real, bras want to do me
Get it attached to me like I'm starrin' in movies
Nigga Nor wanna do me, thing is I got none
Wanna be my main chick, chill I got one
If it's hot in a lady then I can cop some
Most players all fall, tightly tint
See me fly through the window 'cause it's lightly tint
But its strongly minute got a fall so cats frequent
Hate weed peepin, best cats seekin'
Wanna kill me in the daytime, look it won't happen
You ain't a thug nigga this is some girls is rap, what
(Yeah you don't won't no problem)
[Chorus w/variations:]
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
Yo my M-O is S-O-L-O... hello
Shake like Jello bionics and nice fellow
Long hair, girl thingy's and girl thingy head too
In a room with the doctor, how the hell I stop ya?
The Rolex topper long as ya coppin them yo
It means it's copper, don't need to stop ya
When I'm speakin' opera, which y'all don't understand
That it's my channel Boo-Bionic mister man
Why y'all play Tennis we sway inventists
So our house can finish, wait a minute
Change the color of my whips, despite you bastards
Spit it green-cold on it, like you won the masters
Flow... faster, speed it up, heat it up why don't y'all just heat it up
Spit it on some feeder bust, slow it up, make the beat that we blow it up
Ya niggaz ain't mine, better pray you throw it up
[Chorus w/variations:]
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
Now...
(Pras)
Yo I keep my mind on my riches snitches get snitches
Cats on the low they all act like bitches
So what up, where you at with the nine-sin?
Feel my triples please circle the violence
Let me abolish this sh... like Nat Turner
Drop by Tom Warner, peace to my crooked cop killers
With the six shooter while fake niggaz getting drunk off of wine coolers
Yo, uh...
Yo she big on the game it's broke I wanna fix it
Make hot... and get that down, we remix it
He speakin', here we go your beef is nice
I'm from the gutter mother... best you think twice
Now back to who's nice M-O-S-T-W-A-N-T-E-D
You niggaz can't see me I'm glad that you turn
Poke that out of space shit, I bring you back to Earth, what
[Chorus w/ varaiations:]
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
(*Wha, Wha, Wha... echoes*)
12. Second Phone Interlude feat. Left Eye
13. Lowriders feat. The Product G & B & Most Wanted
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
(*Yeah being said several times*)
(Pras)
What, Wah!
What, what, what
What, what...
Yo, yo stop holdin' my things you got, not
We're hot and you're not (yeah)
We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots
Come on (big cats they eat got) this... we got, lot
(Due plan and due glock) drop dead and go Rock
(What have and what now) who niggas who run the block
Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain top
Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lot
Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids
Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight
Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it falls it out
Do like the Blazer ([?]) on trail Praswell, rock well
Tryin' to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah!)
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
So you wanna be a player?
We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe
Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more
Like the same thing said Eat your hoe
Like Jane without your name, bring 'cause the name is nice
And the fame going in tight, I get hit from Frigga
Love Terega, good type of trickin ass nigga, got a name with price
And the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown
The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone)
This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn)
Now bag to home towards Texas, (bought a new Lexus)
And it goes Shane Green, can't be a nigga whole scene with the walkin' cream
(Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin team, most illin team
It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen makin' that cream, checkin' that cream
'Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so gotta do with Charlie's angel
'Cause ya down with me this man ain't... with those, a pose yes's take no's
'Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate 'cause the... shows
Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the Tech here, don't... knows
Got something y'all tryin' to see six of those
Y'all really see women I'm sick of...
(Pras)
What, Wah!
What, Wah!
Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now heat it up
You niggaz get stuck for your dough and grips
See Mister don't care who you go against
'Cause half of them niggas you rollin' with they hear my name and call it quits
Had them niggas wanderin if I'm gonna come with the guns again
See ammo die with A&M with game on lock at seven and
Made them stop there rappin' when which you show this clappin end
Hoes wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well
Back and against got clientele why you studio gangster's lyin' well
Mad we be, E&T, MTV you endin me
Peter stand back 'cause they're love to hate y'all
'Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more totin by the vapors
I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em, pull 'em how it's done
... With the Camp, we number one, what, what, what
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was sleppin, creepin', twelve o' peepin
Leapin, Quantum, usual like my ton of money can be where I'm from
ET bon, number one, come along, pass it on, Brooklyn
True rappers and is why you front on finders
No one is see why they feel so free yo Refugee can on
Her life or knots, more cuffs than crooked cops
I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with, then go again
I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate a part...
Listen, test your full clip don't like getting...
We on top you ride in the pit, money to make, titles to take
Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
14. Yeah 'Eh Yeah 'Eh feat. Mack 10 & Reptile
[Intro: Mack 10:]
Yo, Mack 10 (dirty cash, Reptile)
It's always good to have a little change
In your life ain't that right Pras? (That's right baby)
Yo, hahaha that's right well let me run it, check it
(Mack 10)
We do things and hood bangers, g's as we are
Well even Mack can do a bar with a Refugee All-star
Pras dance round the border like he Cassius Clay
While I press round the hood with a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought they knew me
They say; how can a thug from Cali bust with a Fugee?
'Cause I write and make... ignite, easy on the treble
Now turn the bass up and check my Mic level
As I get down, let mama peekin, but ain't speakin'
I guess a gang-bang thug... got baby tweakin
Said your outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus your little black... is cute with your dreads
Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a six-fo
Hit a switch and then hop into a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the game twice as nice
So add a little spice and put a thug in your life
[Chorus w/variations:]
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, ooh, you
You better get up of your...
From a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin' where you might get blast yeah, yeah
(Pras)
Yes, yes y'all (yes y'all) it's dirty cash y'all (cash y'all)
From the East to the West I manifest y'all
Doin' interviews with Harper Bazaar, how bizarre
You're sit back smokin' big Cuban cigars
Yo, fly guys want getting jackin and fly cars
If it's up to me, you'll get blast when the hole pars
Thus far, no one can spar with my little troth
From the flat bush I'll rip y'all and bust your show to Crenshaw
Flowin with Pras and some splash down to Jamaica
Meet you at the shock bar, Alas se enica
Place your bet yo pay your debt
You cats with the fake crepes, I'll bust you with my Twin-Tack
For talkin' out the side of your neck, aiyyo check
We can showdown and lowdown when I'm sunset
Make your move cowboy this ain't Hollywood
You got the business's in the hood, INGLEWOOD!
[Chorus w/variations:]
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, ooh, you
You better get up of your...
From a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin' where you might get blast yeah, yeah
(Reptile)
Would wise in ninety dance hall, bounce to this
Hip-hoppers with the dress, smoke an ounce to this
I spin hits, lyrically swift, speakin' of business
Reptile, formerly know, Jersey delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, give up the funds
We come down hard like hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt amps
Created more than the monster like the Loch Ness
All hell's about to break when I'm loose
Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes
And get a haircut; we put you niggas in a bear hug
I dare thugs, tellin' niggas do it like "Nike Air" slugs
Take a death dive into the wilderness
We got you feelin' this, to the point your man wanna kill us
But we ain't laughin', we blackin, rushin, attackin
Loaded with dirty cash and a Mack 10 (*echoes*)
[Chorus w/variations:]
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, ooh, you
You better get up of your...
From a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin' where you might get blast yeah, yeah
[Outro: Reptile:]
Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just don't care
Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just don't care
Yeah what, what, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just don't care
I said blow the smoke (blow the smoke)
Blow the smoke and puff, puff like you just don't care
(Pras)
Uh, yeah, yeah, party people
15. Murder Dem
Heh, yeah. Aaight. Just count me up in here, aaight?
Yeah. Uh. Uh. Uh.
First and foremost let's distinguish the boys from the men
The start to a end, a foe from a friend
Who next of kin when I bust this iron across yo' chin, nigga?
Let me extend payments due on your arrangements
Turn on the news, nigga, listen to the latest development
Extra extra, read all about it
Master Pras always Bout-It-Bout-It
Bring tears to your fears when I shout it, shout it
[?] Believe, though he doubt it, doubt it
Yeah, what's all the fussin' and bickerin' for
Yeah, few shots up your ass, hear from you no more
For sure you belong with an M-16
Stand in front of the door, that you just can't ignore
Go figure. Hit the floor, nigga
Random shots - run for your life, nigga
This goes for my niggas who gets no bigger
Sweat on your forehead, let's see who pull quicker
Yeah, murder dem. Murder dem. In a, competition me go, murder dem.
Wha' what, follow dem. Hm. Follow dem.
In this, situation me no, follow dem when me gone.
All pussi haffi run when me gun. All cowards haffi run when me gun.
No man haffi come 'cause we, murder dem. Hm. Murder dem.
I'm livin' on danger's ground, where the danger's mine
Hold firm, stand strong, 'bout to blow like land mine
Never mind, draw, reach for yours, I'ma go for mine
Leave you paralyzed with a broken spine
They seize and they shrine in the line of fire
Retreat, recline, from all firearm
Ring the alarm, bring the bomb squad, word to God
Got your number, nigga, watch I'll pull your cord
Pardon me, sincerely yours
Down by law, out to settle the scores
Haters shoutin', "No, he can't be no more!"
Parasite, leachin' down, rottin' to the core
Cash rule, jewels cool, drown in my whirlpool
'Scuse my rudeness, rudeboy from Providence
These fists of fear remain to be fearless
Move like flyin' [?], full automation
Pumpin' carbon monoxide through your blood circulation
Separate these facts like segregation
Trial and tribulation, high expectation
The brigade shut off, backs seen me run off
Cagein' with Nicholas, it's a face-off
What? Yeah! Hah, mmm!
In case you didn't know, it's the P-R-A-S
Got strategies like playing chess
Penetrate through your flesh, yes, hit me with your best
Got issues to address, nonetheless
Checkmate, only makin' moves with my playmate
Prakazrel is Pras when it's abbreviate
My puncture is accurate, nigga you dead weight
Dislocate every bone in your body
Then sit back and evaluate
Every mental [?] process is isolate
Preception is clear with my steel, I should demonstrate
You were last seen gettin' head from a drag queen
Come clean, nigga what, with an 18
The supreme dream team, cash rule and CREAM
While your body lies up in the [?]
What, yeah, wha'what, wha'what, hah!
Hmm. Uh huh uh huh. Refugee Camp All-Stars. Uh huh. Uh huh uh huh.
Yeah, yeah.
16. Third Phone Interlude
17. Amazing Grace
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind, but now I see
T'was grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come
T'is grace that brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun
18. Final Interlude
19. Avenues (Refugee Camp All-Stars feat. Pras)
[Intro: Ky-Mani]
Ohh no! Ohh no!
Say, we gonna rock down through, Electric Avenue
And then we'll take it higher
Say, we gonna rock down through, the Brooklyn Avenues
And then we'll take it higher!
Ohh no! Ohh no!
[Verse 1: Pras]
Yo, yo
Slick like Rick Rick James when I hit (hit)
Superfreak chicks, who I don't miss (yo I don't miss)
Fix for your nose, my flows make you sick (uh-huh)
Two chicks for me, none for you like Twix
Play with niggas head like 'Clef guitar picks
Went from, bottom pits to, making hits, and
Hollow-tips then, shooting lips (right)
Handle our business make sure it sits
Ride through the tunnels (crusin by) f**k the guestlists
Light up your block with roman candlesticks
Known to blow shows with pyrotechnics (right)
Rappin bout your whips while you catchin transits
Buyin shorty gifts, with checks from WIC
Your record sound like a demo that was yet not mixed
(shit ain't mixed yet)
Your whole style broke and it should be fixed (uh-huh)
Time runnin out as my Rolex ticks
Don't get caught on the Ave, it's too Electric...
[Chorus: Ky-Mani]
Say, we gonna rock down through, Electric Avenue
And then we take it higher (c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon)
Say, we gonna rock down through, the Brooklyn Avenues (Flatbush too)
And then we'll take it higher!
Ohh no! Ohh no!
[Verse 2: Pras]
I dedicate this to my peeps who're on the streets
God bless they soul, may they rest in peace
There's those who finance and those who choose to lease
Whatever suits you weather on the turn of your leafs
Different strokes for different folks God
I refuse to going back and being broke Lord
He got struck with lightning, he got hit hard
Face this twenty life to maximum, his whole life is scarred
The Preacher's Son and I came off the Santa Maria
Ten cases of Malta, caught the diarrhea
Load the ReFugees on the aircraft carrier
Some say Dirty Cash (Dirty Cash) we never heard of ya
You don't know me? (Yeah yeah)
[Chorus: Ky-Mani]
Say, we gonna rock down through Electric Avenue (c'mon)
And then we'll take it higher (c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon)
Say, we gonna rock down through the Brooklyn Avenues (Flatbush too)
And then we'll take it higher! (c'mon man)
Ohh no! Ohh no! (yeah, alright)
20. Another One Bites The Dust (Queen & Wyclef Jean feat. Pras & Free)
[Intro: Wyclef Jean (& Freddie Mercury)]
(Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?)
(Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?)
I need a break beat, uh
(Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?)
(Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?)
I need a break beat, uh
(Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?)
(Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?)
I need a break beat, uh
(Outta the doorway the bullets rip)
[Repeating to the sound of the beat, hey]
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean (& Freddie Mercury)]
Yo, a for the kids in the club that's ready to get bugged
(Another one bites the dust)
A for the dogs with the burners, that wanna blast off
(Another one bites the dust)
And for the kids on the blocks, shootin' at the crooked cops-blaow!
(Another one bites the dust)
(And another one gone) Wyclef
(And another one gone) Dirty Cash
(Another one bites the dust) Young Free, Freddie where you at?
[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean (& Freddie Mercury)]
(Steve walks wearily down the street)
(With the brim pulled way down low)
Some cat up in Brooklyn just got robbed with a Kangol
(Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?)
(Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?)
(Out of the doorway, the bullets rip)
[Repeating to the sound of the beat, hey]
My man got shot, and the block got hot
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, hey I hear more shots, this is like Fort Knox, kid
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, hold your breath (And another one gone)
Hold your breath (And another one gone)
Hold your breath (Another one bites the dust)
Yo, check it
[Verse 3: Wyclef Jean (& Freddie Mercury)]
If you're a soldier at ease
My military style is known to murder Nazis
Brooklyn to Germany (Oh yeah) come on
My kamikaze will blow the U2
They hire Idi Amin in Timbuktu
Whether you Hindu, or do the Voodoo
You can't foresee this unless I bring the previews, yeah, yeah
Yo, it's the number one rappin' band (Come on)
Yo, this review will be critically acclaimed
Leave you in critical pain, clinically insane
The name Wyclef Jean, with a yes, yes y'all
Better have a vest y'all, I'll blast, and bless y'all (Oh yeah)
F-y'all, the mark of the beast, the triple six
Time running out, listen to the tick (Oh yeah)
If you see what I saw, then you seen what I seen
If you know what I know, you know what I mean (Oh yeah)
Commanding officer of the Navy SEAL team
Once I give the orders, you feel the infrared beam (Oh yeah) Blaow!
For all you critics, sayin' "another remake"
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, if you know the deal, this is the master reel, kid
(Another one bites the dust) (Oh yeah)
(And another one gone) Right
(And another one gone) Right
(Another one bites the dust, hey) Freddie Mercury, where you at yo?
[Verse 4: Wyclef Jean (& Freddie Mercury)]
(How do you think I'm gonna get along)
(Without you when you're gone) (Oh yeah)
I need a break yo
If you're ready for the first of the month
For that welfare check, come on (Kicked me out on my own)
I need a break beat
(Are you happy, are you satisfied?)
(How long can you stand the heat?)
I need a break beat
(Outta the doorway, the bullets rip)
(To the sound of the beat, look out)
Yo, bulletproof vests, like the wild, wild west
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, this is a stickup, now take off your Rolex
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, dirty money, good money, yo it's all money-money
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, Dirty Cash (And another one gone)
Dirty Cash (And another one gone)
The adventures of Dirty Cash (Another one bites the dust)
[Verse 5: Pras (& Freddie Mercury)]
Yo, for the love for the cash, I'll blast you in my path
Keep my eyes on the math, you cats don't know the half (Oh yeah)
As far as I'm concerned, you cats can burn in flames
This ain't no game, I'mma start callin' names (Oh yeah)
So come get me, if you know the one-fifty
A million refugees ready to bust with me (Oh yeah)
Bloody, filthy, in this rap shhh-
You gonna have to kill me, since you can't beat me (Oh yeah)
Pras, Dirty, Cash, you're the greedy
Believe me, you gotta let me fly like R. Kelly (Oh yeah)
Bite another dust with my man Freddie Mercury
What height nineties got ya cash, wannabe crazy (Oh yeah/Navy SEAL!)
[Alternate Verse 5 (music video): Canibus (& Freddie Mercury)]
Yo, I know you wanna see the Can-I-Bus bite the dust
So you could bury my body below the Earth's crust (Oh yeah)
But I'm a Small Soldier, to stay as focused
With guts, I rip the scab off of layin' the cut (Oh yeah)
I'm an extraordinary military mercenary
Searchin' for extra intelligence like steady (Oh yeah)
My rhymes cut through the radio waves like machetes
The predator becomes the prey in the Serengeti (Oh yeah)
I breach national security purposely
To safely return the statue of Freddy Mercury (Oh yeah)
Verbally, Wyclef, Pras and Free
Holdin' it down for the Refugee Navy SEALs Team (Oh yeah) (Navy SEALs)
[Verse 6: Free (& Freddie Mercury)]
Practically, I tactically destroy
Deploy more decoys than a presidential convoy (Oh yeah)
My whole envoy stay camouflaged out
And when I walk the street, I take the refugee route (Oh yeah)
This one go out to all my thugs in the borough
Soldiers stay thorough, like Kilamanjaro (Oh yeah)
Split it with an arrow, my girl platoon roll
Outta control, the female Mandingos (Oh yeah)
Free, I evolve from the egg of a seminarian
Don't go down, 'cause I'm a vegetarian (Oh yeah)
And when I bust, it ain't "in God we trust"
And if you bring a gun, you better bring a black tusk (Oh yeah)
[Outro: Wyclef Jean, The Product G&B (& Freddie Mercury)]
She looked into my eyes and said FBI
(Another one bites the dust) (Oh yeah)
She said she loved me, she was a spy who lied
(Another one bites the dust) Right
I could relate, could you relate?
(Another one bites the dust)
Jerry "Wonda", The Product (Oh-oh) (Another one bites the dust)
Yo, Canibus, John Forte (Don't you know we coming for you?)
(Another one bites the dust) Yo, Dirty Cash, and baby Free
(Another one bites the dust)
(And another one gone) Wyclef Jean
(And another one gone) Freddie Mercury, ha-ha
(Another one bites the dust, yeah)
I'm out baby
Navy SEALs!
(Another one bites the dust)
(Another one bites the dust)
Win, Lose or Draw, 2005
1. Win Lose or Draw
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
'Cause my style, as old as the reptile
As slick as a Nu Nile, as new as the new child
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
'Cause my style, as old as the reptile
As slick as a Nu Nile, as new as the new child
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Now there's a million motherfuckers wanna see me die
I got a million motherfuckers that'll see you try
And you never seen a man die till you see a man cry
You can run but can't hide, step aside you must be blind
If you don't see this year is solely mine
There's no rumors, you heard it through the grapevine
I'm that cat with nine lives, done had nine wives
'Member ReFugees started in the nine-five
Had my ups and downs, yeah my highs and lows
Niggaz tried to say I didn't fit the status quo
Rapper's dough come and go like the wind blow
But I'm here from the walls to the window
Failure's not an option, my gun's in motion
Broke the silence, a word's been spoken
I ain't scared homey, I'mma right my left
'Cause when you conquer your fear, you conquer death
Dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
Dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
Temper, my dear, it's a dance for a temper, alright now
Fever, my God, it's a dance pon' de fever, c'mon now
You see a little of this, a little of that
Listen to my voice through the speakerbox she says
(A little of this, a little of that)
(I don't wanna I don't wanna ever stop)
You went from bein a friend to foe, a friend to threat
I'm big green on you like that dude from Shrek
'Cause one for my niggaz, now dos for doze
Check your friends by your side even close you're foes
Now check, this world of mine I'm a blind man doin time
Look to my future 'cause my past is all behind
I got lots to gain to rhyme about
Anyone in the game keep my name up out'cha mouth
You little monkeys be gettin robbed
I see you when you over there talkin tough wit'cha bus card
I'm gettin' money, I'm with the stars
I keep a loose deuce-deuce just to even the odds, ya heard?
For my niggaz I'm grateful and somehow
We gonna make it together it's my time now
Sir Pras, I stay distinguished
A loose slang mixed with a little Olde English
Dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
Dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
Aiyyo, dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
Dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
2. Dreamin
3. Light My Fire
Yo (uh, what, yo, uh-huh) ha, yeah yeah
Yeah, eh-heh, all right (mmm, uh, uh)
Good morning light my fire baby woo, woo, woo
Oh, girl you make me feel fine (yeah, uh, ha ha)
Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah.oh
Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah
Well I was born a mixed breed, a planted seed
Mixed with some weed and a little bit of Hennessy
When I bleed, I love to believe
That a friend in need is a friend indeed
Where da bumba claat, where da bumba ras
Forget me not, dem know a Super Pras
Blueberry don't start no fight
Sean Paul tell 'em pass the light
Eighty bars but your 16 ain't worth the spit
Money, cars and fame is that all you get?
Pride and respect in the street, that's not all I got
Silly boy come test, 'cause dem wield de shot
Seckle de violence, bad boy move in silence
Give them some guidance, they need to see the science
(Fire that's richer than [?]) Well speak up
And through your minutes of fame I kept my feet up
C'mon and light my fire, baby, whoa
Kiss the sun let's get higher, high
They don't think we're gonna make it, oh
f**k the world let's just take it, high
Well I was often told I was off my road
Never sold my soul for the glitter of gold
Let the truth be told, I made the mold
23 years old, 20 million sold
Y'all dream of half-a-mill, lookin' for your next meal
Ask the guerillas, I signed my own deal
Movies, clothing, ma I'm so ill
Mash up the dance floor (yo Pras chill)
Man seckle, I'm bumpin like a kettle
You don't hear the sound bustin' your vessel? (brrap)
And for my enemies, scope 'em like the Kennedy's
You think I'm lyin'? Go and ask the ReFugees
C'mon and light my fire, baby, whoa
Kiss the sun let's get higher, high
They don't think we're gonna make it, oh
f**k the world let's just take it, high
Forty days forty nights I was off the scene
Cocked back my style with a gangsta lean
Kept my ears to the streets and my hands been clean
Servin' rice and beans while I plot and scheme
Back by the A-Team, we buffalo soldiers
Rude bwoy run 'way, I thought I told ya
Guns too big to fight in a holster
Still stay true to my roots and culture
When we comin', rushin' in best be afraid
We take a flag when we march in our parade
Brooklyn, Trini, Jamaican, Haitian
We built to rule like United Nation
Still Pras fat hooks I'm no Nas
Tight bars through wars ain't no scars
Took the pilgramage to conquer Rome
Dethroned Caesar, guerillas now they're home, baby
C'mon and light my fire, baby, whoa
Kiss the sun let's get higher, high
They don't think we're gonna make it, oh
f**k the world let's just take it, high
(Light up, light up)
Yeah, guerillas baby, you don't see us comin'
(Light up, light up)
Brrap, brrap, lights out, ah-heh-heh
4. Dance Hall feat. Sean Paul & Spragga Benz
5. Haven't Found feat. Sharli McQueen
What I wanna do
Uhh, uhh, one two, one two, c'mon
One two, one two, c'mon
Yo, c'mon, yo
Movin' around the world and daydream of days that money brings
Chasin' material, assumin' that is happiness inside
You think that you could buy a better life
No matter the price
But you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
But you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
Haven't found what you're lookin for
Yo it's official now, I'm your freedom fighter
If you feelin' what I'm feelin', people, put up your lighters, yeah
Get in my cypher yeah, get in the grind
And I won't stop rockin till the world seen the shine
Because I been many places, seen many faces
Shook many hands and mixed with many races
From nowhere to Bombay, did it my way
Got my style from the ghetto, took it straight to Broadway
Spit these bars 'cause in the hood I'm the instrument
Been around the world I stepped on seven continents (that's right y'all)
Twenty millions later, I settled the score
They got money for war but can't feed the poor
And you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
Haven't found what you're lookin' for
And you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
One two, one two, one two, c'mon
I'm stayin' lovin' you, but you don't notice me (c'mon)
Diamonds and fancy cars, female celebrities all the time
You give away the things you say was mine
Chasin' the shine
But you still haven't found what you're lookin for
One two, one two
And you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
Yo, haven't found what you're lookin' for
We gotta make a move by any means necessary
From January and January to January
Look out my window, it's a robbery
People still put they ones in the lottery
Big fish always try to eat the small fish
They do anything just to get their last wish
War in the East, there's war in the West
War down South, I stay war upon the rest
As it's been said, let it be done
And there's nothing new underneath the sun
So we preserve what's destined to come
And share our thoughts and blessings with our daughters and sons
And you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
And you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
Haven't found what you're lookin for
Guerilla baby, ha
Haven't found, oh no no no
Ah, yeah, alright
What, what, guerilla
6. For Love
7. Mistakes
8. Angels Sing feat. Wyclef Jean
9. Mr. Martin feat. Akon
10. One Monkey Don't Stop the Show
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Another day, some would say, one monkey don't stop a show
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Or he'll fight one more day, one monkey don't stop a show
Aiyo, the ghetto's red hot, hotter than the summer day
Goin' on a quest to the thick Milky Way
Walk many miles like my man Isaac Hayes
Wheel up, wheel up, don't start the gunplay
Easy with the feezy, let the boy down easy
Keep the hands clean, so I won't get the greasy
Believe me moms said there'd be days like this
Where they'll spit in your face and take a piss
Betray the son of man with a double kiss
But you a shootin' star and you'll never miss
'Cause life's one big road with lots of signs
So when you ridin' through them rocks, don't complicate your mind
And I have learned every rose has a thorn
And every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
And the playback's long and you may lay back long
But if you don't watch your back till November, you'll be gone
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Another day, some would say, one monkey don't stop a show
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Or he'll fight one more day, one monkey don't stop a show
Aiyo, ambush in the night, guns pointed at me
Square me off, dey open fire on me
But Lord knows one monkey won't stop the show
Six feet under, baby kissed me from head to toe
Can't keep a good man down, y'all know how the story goes
I suppose there's no difference between friend or foe
My nigga Frank Sneed said what's known need not be said
I'm a man on the run and they all want me dead
Monkeys on my back with a bounty on my head
But I got nothin' but love homey, let's break some bread
You see I been accused, of many a-things
Like the real hip-hop and the fame it brings
Respected, I'm connected
From the bottom to the top of the food chain
I'm real bank money, mentally you're loose change
I do things, while y'all get tied up like shoestrings
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Another day, some would say, one monkey don't stop a show
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Or he'll fight one more day, one monkey don't stop a show
Sometimes I feel like my vision's been distorted
And my cry for help has been prerecorded
Lord don't abandon me to the will of my foes
When the time comes, only you know my highs and lows
So help me surf over all my daily troubles
'Cause yesterday seems so far away in bubbles
I pray to you Lord and ask for forgiveness
Even when my heart is hard and the soul is restless
See I love few and I can't trust none
So this time around I'mma load up the guns
Hope my enemies don't become, prisoners of war
'Cause my gangster is mean and I'm back for an encore
I'mma take what's mine and give nothin back
When I move with my niggaz I'm the leader of the pack
Feet, please don't fail me now
I'm on a journey and I gotta cover these grounds
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Another day, some would say, one monkey don't stop a show
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Or he'll fight one more day, one monkey don't stop a show
He who fights one more day, oh
One monkey don't stop a show
Everything is a struggle, yeah yeah
11. Friend A' Foe
12. Party's Ova
13. Ghetto Politics
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Criminal, minded, you've been blinded
Justice for all (c'mon) help me find it
Please we'll wind it, get in the hole
And start to grind it, who's behind it
Big brother got us spread like an atlas
Powerless in fear that leads to paralysis
Now when I speak, do your psycho-'nalysis
And those recordin' Wonderland like Alice's
Y'all don't know about guerilla warfare
Kids in Haiti, trapped with the hardware
Wear them by the pair while playin' Truth or Dare
Prisoners of war worse than the terror scare
This is the jungle we live in, this is the concrete
I call you girl thingy 'cause you are what you eat, homey
It's the art of war homes they play for keeps
So you still think that gangster shit is sweet?
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Remember when you had a lot, yeah it was yours for sure
But we fight back, and ain't takin your shit no more
So raw, my four-four's leave a couple bent
The government talk shit, hand 'em a Doublemint
You fuckin with me? I see you like a jewel
With the terrorist my nigga, diesel like the fuel
Step up, smash your team, throw matches at your head
Quarters after we bathe it in gasoline
Or petroleum, you think it's sugar when it's sodium
Handcuffs ropes and chains holdin 'em
All in the zone, have your dough and your fame
But you ain't takin nuttin wit'cha, but your bones to your grave
To the world you're a slave, we the makers
Revolutionary haters, as anthropologists, gynecologists
Astronauts and shit, I don't think y'all ready for the apocalypse
So y'all better stay on top of shit
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
My flow contradicted, apocalyptic
With plans to cop the riches, make blacks stop the snitchin
Politics mixed with, new statistics
Futuristic, tell me are you a witness
Or a soldier? Innocent, criminal minded
I'm militant, wise to ignorant, livin with
No time to eat and no time to sleep, my hustle is deep
Wearin' the same gear all week
Near all heat, until I draw, it's kind of raw
Like a war between my ancestors and dinosaurs
I'm on some f**k the cops shit, ask your moms
She don't even know, what this (?) tax is on
Probably got another country never shown on map
For secret agents and the ones who faked they death live at
Where your kids disappear to when they get kidnapped
Streets is white, life is black, and this shit is trapped
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Y'all been rockin fatigues for years right?
Y'all ready to war?!
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Alright, where you at my niggaz? You in the Matrix?
Get the f**k off the streets, youknowwhatI'msayin'?
f**k all that gangster shit, we here
It's real niggaz, put on your boots, man up
Get ready for war, ha, guerillas baby
Smoke hash
14. How It Feels
When I grow up, I'ma be a superstar
Ah-ha, alright baby
(They don't know how it feels)
When you're out on your own, yeah
And you're lookin' for that home
(They don't know what it is)
When the world's on your shoulder
And your baby gotta be a soldier
Yo I was born in the projects with roaches and rats
And our credentials were our nines and gats
Stay the hell out the hood, read the welcomin' mats
I remember them days, it was hard bein' black
Welfare checks and government cheese
Take your family portrait, everybody smile, say "Cheese"
And it's a wonder how I kept my head from goin' under
Sun don't shine where there's lightning and thunder
Some got ways, some got means
But still, we all just got hopes and dreams
The two blend together like dope and fiends
Cope with teens has that new gangster lean
Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star
Fly cribs and drivin' them big cars
That's all Mr. President, hear the voice of the youth
I don't lie, I speak the truth
(They don't know how it feels)
When you a single mother
And don't have that significant other
(They don't know what it is)
To be in the ghetto
And your life be in slow mo', uh yeah
Been around the world a couple times with the ReFugees
From the boot of Italy to the land of Pawnee
Fell in love a couple times on the London Bridge
Fast cars, fast life, that's how I wanted to live
What a crusade, one of my great escapades
Cut many hearts, like the game of spades
But nothin' was as fatal when they blew the World Trade
Now we at war mama, tradin' lives for grenades
Send in the troops, here comes the brigades
American resolve and our hearts'll never fade
I know you somewhere out there chillin' in the shades
But I hate to be the one to rain on your parade
See God is merciful and God bless his children
That's how we gonna reconstruct them buildings
So stop the killings, we runnin' out of graves
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(They don't know how it feels)
To hear our babies cry
And watch our mothers die
(They don't know how it feels)
To see our brothers in prison
While they losin' their religion
These eyes of mines are like camera lens
Loved by many but stabbed by my friends
Is this the end? Some may cry out loud
But I won't worry we gonna, make it now
The ghetto fed up but they won't break us down
It's an eye for an eye what goes around comes around
Do this for my peeps who couldn't speak
Survival of the fittest, what happens to the weak?
They either in between, above or beneath
Tryin' to play me like a scrub in a passenger seat
Racial profile to say the least (okay)
There won't be no peace in the belly of the beast, c'mon
But we gonna make it through, baby
Even though the world is so crazy
And if they ask you, tell 'em it's pain times three
'Cause it's a million of them kids stressin' just like me, baby
(They don't know how it feels)
To see us go to war
And see the people free for no more
(They don't know how it feels)
To be a black man in America
And feel like they're comin' to get'cha
(They don't know how it feels)
To work for minimum wage
As your life starts to fade
(They don't know how it feels)
To be down to your last buck
And no one really gives a mother, huh
15. Thug Money
[Trick Daddy talking]
If its bout that money
Then you gots to kill them, haha
Come here n***a, that's the only way, uh
I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthaf**ka tonite
[Trick Daddy yells]
n***a
[Chorus] 4x
Thug Money got blood on it
Plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you
I put my heart on it
I'm thinking back when I was younger
I usta hustle in the summer
No time for crime
I had to help my mama
And I love the rainy weather
Make me hustle better
Running into partner in na ghetto
Trying to get my sh*tt together
However, I'm giving these f**k n***as pillars
Robbing fake dope dealers and these fake ass killers
For my n***as
They keep they fingers on the triggers
Cause they heard about you business
And these f**k n***as trying to end this
So I'm ready, just riding dirty in the Chelli
Me and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for that fetti
Call us foolish, cause of how we feel the way we do this
Slanging, robbing, and shooting
Even neighborhood polluted
I'm ready to do this and like weed
I'm always louted with duck tape ya muted
If the sh*t move, I shoot it
Hold on
1. Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
The kingdom of this world is become
The Kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ
And of His Christ, and of His Christ
And He shall reign for ever and ever
And He shall reign for ever and ever
And He shall reign for ever and ever
And He shall reign for ever and ever
King of Kings, for ever and ever
And Lord of Lords, Hallelujah Hallelujah
King of Kings, for ever and ever
And Lord of Lords, Hallelujah Hallelujah
King of Kings, for ever and ever
Lord of Lords
King of Kings, and Lord of Lords
And He shall reign for ever and ever
And He shall reign for ever and ever
King of Kings for ever and ever
And Lord of Lords Hallelujah Hallelujah
And He shall
And He shall reign for ever and ever
King of Kings, and Lord of Lords
King of Kings, and Lord of Lords
And He shall
And He shall reign for ever and ever
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
For ever and ever
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
2. Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are) feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard & Mya
Man, man look up at the sky
All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
Uh yeah, yo, yo,
Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means
The supreme dream team, always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to sellin' raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin' on this cream
Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million refugees with unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top squeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin' like a pentagon
Strike with the forces of King Solomon
Lettin' bygones be bygones and so on and so on
I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin' it retrospective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
Politic with ghetto senators on the deelow
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
One, two and you don't stop, yo my eyes is sore, bein' a senator
Behind closed doors hittin' truth to the sea floor
The rich go North ignore, the tug of war
While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores
So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more
I'ma reveal everything, change the law
I find myself, walkin' the streets
Tryin' to find what's really goin' on in the streets
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
Now every dog got his day, needless to say
When the chief away that's when them cats want to play
I told you, mess around you fools like Cassius Clay
Stretch my heater make you do a pas de bourree
Kick your balls like Pele, pick 'em doin' ballet
Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway
Get applause like a matador, cry yellin', ole
Who the hell wanna save me, from B.K., to Cali, come on
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
Yeah, yo, yeah
Just when you thought it was safe in a common place
Showcase your finest is losin fast in the horse race
Two faced, gettin' defaced, out like Scarface
Throw your roll money, let me put on my screw face
Well, I'm paranoid at the things I said
Wonderin' what's the penalty from day to day, I'm hangin' out
Partyin' with girls that never die, you see I was
Pickin' on the small fries, my campaign tellin' lies
Was just spreadin' my love, didn't know my love
Was the one holdin' the gun and the glove
But it's all good as long as it's understand
It's all together now, in the hood
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, all stars, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
Sing it baby, sing it baby
To another, ah, ha, ha, ha
Yeah, hay, ah
3. Phone Interlude
Instrumental
4. What'cha Wanna Do feat. The Product G & B & Free
(Pras and Free: Intro)
(Pras)
When the time is right in the heat of the night, right? Right?
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do
(Free)
When you got the buzz and you feelin' the high, right? Uh.
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do
(Pras)
When you standin' in line and your credit decline, yeah... uh
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do
(Free)
When you didn't do the crime but you're doin' the time, uh.
(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, ooh, ooh, oh (right, right)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah
(Pras: Verse One)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, once again she's back again
Wonderin' when she gonna find life again
Makin' runs, stackin' ones, workin'-class citizen,
Chosen one of Babylon
Touched for the first time like a virgin (Uh huh)
Rap's origin, blast outta Eden (Yeah)
Love the way the snake skin wrap around her bared skin
Sex on the beach, sippin' on juice and gin
Repent just to sin again, it's that yin-yang news bulletin
Stuck with me through thick 'n' thin
Like I imagine I must sound like a Gatlin'
Gettin' rowdy with my crew down in Brooklyn
Drinkin' Ginseng, not to mention, where's my hooligan
Who find them cats like Benjamin Franklin
Shorty perfect 12 on a scale 1 to 10
Whatever, whenever, you can see me like when, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh...
(Free)
When you're dead broke, and you can't pay the bills
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?
(Pras)
When you feelin' horny and you need a cheap thrill. Yeah.
(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, ooh, ooh, oh. (right, right, right, yeah)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah. Uh. Right? C'mon. Feel it.)
(Free: Verse Two)
What you gon' do? Uh, yeah, yeah...
See, all I wanna do is make love on the beach
And grab all the things that seem out of my reach (M-hmm)
I never had nothin' so there ain't shhh to lose (Uh huh)
I refuse to snooze in these Hill Street Blues (Word)
It's a full time thing, just tryin' to maintain
Even little city girls go insane (Stop it)
Sometimes I wish I could press rewind
When the life I live don't seem to be mine
If I could fly away, Free be long gone
You couldn't pin me down with your zoom lens on
I stay macked out, blacked out, stacked out
Cats outta order, y'all get smacked out, uh
Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt
Nobody interferes when I'm doin' my work
Pullin' my skirt, that's a full court violation
Y'all better get ready for the full annihilation
(Uh.)
(Pras)
When you think you got a shorty but she's sleepin' with your best friend,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?
(Free)
When your man is doin' well, but he lackin' dividends, yeah, uh, mmm
(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, ooh, ooh, oh.
(Free)
What you wanna do? What you wanna do? What you wanna do?
(Product G & B)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah
(Free)
Right. Right. Uh, uh, right
(Product G & B: Hook)
To all the people, light your candles
Strugglin' and hustlin' your way
So, this shout out goes
To all of the people bein' in every day, day, day.
(Pras: Verse Three)
Yeah, yo, yeah, yo...
Hey yo, I wanna be in the back of the club, just rub-a-dubblin'
While these fake cats be champagne bubblin'
Who you lovin', who you huggin' in your time of strugglin'?
Two to three job is hard to keep jugglin'
Monopoly of hard times, all I got is hard rhymes
When I make it out, baby, I'ma keep you in mind
Can't stop the shine, can't claim what's mine
Comin' up, yeah, I'm in my prime
Ready to get this party started
Cut this track with diamonds, yeah I'm cold hearted
A bloodhound, leavin' you punks dumbfound, what now?
You done F'd up now, wha' what? Look around
If anyone asks, I say it's crime related
Them cats forgot to learn the Ten Crack Commandments
Passin' judgement when you came from the basement
So if you say we hot, it's just an understatement
(Free)
When you in love with yo' man but y'all can't get along, uh, yeah, yeah
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?
(Pras)
You already bought the ring, but the thrill is gone, yeah. Uh
(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, ooh, ooh, oh. (right, right, uh, uh)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
(Free)
When your baby's daddy ain't payin' child support,
(Uh, yeah, a-what you gonna do? Uh, yeah.)
(Product G & B)
So baby what'cha wanna do?
(Pras)
When you think you gettin' off but the jury's been bought, yeah, yeah
(Product G & B)
So baby what you wanna dooooooo, ooh, ooh, oh. (right, right, right, yeah)
Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, Yeah, yeah
(Uh, uh. Uh, uh. Uh, uh. Yeah yeah, yeah yeah.)
(Pras)
Hmm. Yeah. A'ight, that's it.
5. Blue Angels
(Pras: Intro One)
Dirty Cash *echoes*
Dirty Cash *echoes*
Yeah, uh
(Singers: Intro Two) Uh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
(Pras: Verse One)
Yo, yo, yo
Yo it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin like the Tri-Boro
Victory is endless 'cause we all want a hero
Blazing Saddles so stop horsing around
From sunup to sundown, it's the world renowned
It's hard to be real when them cats are make believe
Stop it please, come run wit deez
If you can't feel me, then get up and leave
'Cause I'm automated life flyin, Fate is on her knees
Locate the object, pinpoint my movin target
Pray for them, and bless em, like Sister Margaret
Got more alumni than the grad school of Harvard
Beat Street the movie was my all time favorite
So can you stand the smell of a black powder
My B.I. is 700, horsepower
Burnin rubber, break you off somethin' proper
Love it or not, I'm the man of the hour, yeah
(Singers: Chorus)
Just when you thought my shine was burnin out
Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night
There ain't no problems baby we can't get through
You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you
Uh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
(Pras: Verse Two)
Yo... yo, yo, yo
Yo she was hot to death, like the story Macbeth
When your marked for death it's a matter of life or death
I'ma cherish and nourish every single breath
When there's no one left, I'ma carry your footprints
Step by step, walkin' through the, twentieth
Century, eyes on me
When the dogs start barkin you must set them free
Go in-Between the Sheets just like the Isley's
I'ma kill 'em precisely, indirectly
Choose my women wisely, Charlie's Angels got my back
As if I was Bosley, bout to get rowdy
So pray to Mother Mary, you think this is easy?
Be a cold day in Hell before I let you come and get me
So stop actin' frowsy, that's the one-fifty
Holler if you hear me make your move if you ready
Dirty Cash, Navy Seals, reppin through your city, what?
(Singers: Chorus)
(Pras: Verse Three)
Yo... yeah, yo, yo
Hey yo the way I feel now you cats can drop dead
Jump up and spread then take off them threads
You heard what I said, don't be misled
Navy Seals what? Running over chickenheads
Run like I'm a caca, act like a bobaka
My ears shoot the street, just to take out the imposta
Tomorrow never dies when she reveals her eyes
Keep your eyes on the prize, for Pras is the prize
Tough guys get penalized, cut down to size
It's the one that be witchu that be the true spies
Never say never when we can make it together
ReFugees are tougher than ever, what?
(Singers: Chorus)
Whoo-oh, oh, oh
Just when you thought my shine was burnin' out
Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night (ReFugee Camp)
There ain't no problems baby we can't get through
You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you
Uh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
(Singers: Chorus)
We will survive! Oh!
Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
6. Can't Stop The Shining feat. Canibus & Free
(Free - Verse One)
Your minutemen don't stand a chance inside mi casa
Even with viagra disband god no may I say nada
I used to be naive and dress fresh when I was small
Now I line these niggas up against the wall and grab they balls!
I like to hear the tone of their voice when it's high pitch!
It's the only way to separate the mens from the biaaat**!
The loyal from the snitch, I dig a ditch when they twitch!
Bring 'em to their knees no higher than my hem stitch
You trying to verbal me you bound to end up voice lift!
You wanna change your plea but now your ass is choiceless
I illuminate the atmosphere a million watts strong
Before Free like BC your night was weeks long
You can't stop my shine, my state of being's too sublime
Too refined, too'significant? to be defined
I've got a round and automatic for you mortals out of line
See I'm your worst nightmare, I'm striking in the daytime! What?!
You Can't Stop The Shining
You wanna stop the shining?
Can't Stop The Shining
You Can't Stop The Shining
(Pras - Verse Two)
Hey yo, My subject matters travels in three different states
Gas, liquid, solid-Decelerate your heart rate
I duplicate the sound god makes when he farts in space
Make you say (indecipherable)
Them cats say I'm wicked
The way I just kick it
The man for the 150, too scientific
For you to come and get it
Won't you just quit it?
Stop all the gimmick, bust it!
Hey yo, peep it!
Suck the blood out of you diagnose you an enemic
Hundred miles runnin', hundred shots gunnin'
Ha I just got your catch, yeah you can keep runnin'
The impact of the rush will leave you decapitated
None reinstated
Your style's been deflated
You won't quite make it, Dirty Cash just invaded - yeah!
I know you prayed for my downfall
Curse all you cats whose down with Babylon
You Babylon I'll battle you unto the break of dawn
Or better yet till we can identify flying aliens!
Well I'll be smooth sailing, all you chameleons
Mortal beings, what?! Pure earthlings-Yeah!
Traveling through the bowels of Brooklyn blood as a hallogen
Standing on Flatbush hollering with my hooligans
Unify my styles like the Russian and the (indecipherable)
I'm platinum plus and you're silver still and...
(Canibus - Verse Three)
Yo, My power to weight ratio makes it capable
For me to carry hundred thousand pound boast radios
Fuckin' with the "Can-I", is like stepping on a
Live land mine behind enemy lines
Military paratroops with camouflage parachutes
In flight suits and boots landing on your roof
Eliminate the target is the prime objective
I create psychic walls harder than cement is
Nobody enters, nobody exits
I wreck shit with methods, electric like the Pentagon's fences
MC's with the hype-nitis disease are like crack fiends
With the hepatitis B vaccine
Navy Seal team make a biaaat** scream
Make 'em suck a thingy dipped in vaginal cream
'Cause you mothafuckas ain't worth the earth that you walk on
You ain't worth the paper plates prisoners eat pork on!
Mothafuckas!
Rip Rock part two! Yeah- So what the f**k you wanna do?
7. Get Your Groove On feat. The Product G & B & Most Wanted
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(A-get your groove on)
Come and get your groove on
(A-get your groove on)
(Pras)
Refugee Camp, uh-huh
Navy Seals, All-stars, come on, come on, come on
(Pras)
Yo, yo, yo, so you wanna be startin somethin'
Not for nothin', but yo, Pras is only good for, steady pumpin
I go bust I'm inflammable yeah, you disgust me
Your flow is horrible, see your man gotta carry you
Hyper water balls say no more your words are too cheap
Too affordable, you incapable of runnin' your label
Goin' against my crew is very irrational, improbable
Unthinkable, yeah quite impossible
So what's your motive, tell me, what's your agenda?
Try to slide under my name is all proper beginner
Tackle the crime, run out of time, in the wrong state of the mind
Is a sign of the time, you was quick like Cower Marie
Type a kid, slowly for what, his birth
I'll drink you like a Bloody Mary
Why try, you die, black eye, you rough guys
Try to light my fire you get burnt with smoke eyes
(Chorus: Pras)
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
Come and get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
And tell my people that's rowdy 'bout it
In the click about it, about it
Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
(Get your thug on)
Come on and get your thug on (come on, come on, come on)
Everybody come on
Where you been, on tour, niggas get no dumber
It's scary; I know exactly what you did last summer
Nothin', chilled low (low), do you feel dough? (dough)
I mean that real dough (dough) bitches still real slow (slow)
You got show dough, go in, split that
We'll be gone till November, when y'all niggas get back
Ah, did y'all ever go, ever flow, guess we'll never know
A lot of cats talk about it, hoes screamin, whether shows
Yo it's crunch time, ya want mine, you hardly know me
But when we blow, you'll catch them off guard like Kobe
Lauryn, we know Tone, with the camper would not
Now we did star as Rodies, point shamper would not
I'm not Puff, but I can stop, best you know
Test the flow don't do it, be the next to blow
Nigga check your seen my style is fly
Better get her, I'm on point like, Alan Nigh
(Chorus: Pras)
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
Come and get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
And tell my people that's rowdy 'bout it
In the click about it, about it
Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
Come on and get your thug on
(Come on, come on, come on)
Everybody come on
See cats real clever like me bringin' the strong
Had a deal for a year, can't write one song
Been side too long, your advance picked up
I'm like Kane in 88, I'ma tear sh up
Spitter, six flows average dudes can't stand me
I'm nice and ease state, bringin' heat like Miami
You never got to let me flow I still kick it
Never got to light my six, I still whip it
Tell your chick not to see me no more, I still hit it
She tossed and committed, player the shot did it
And Mr. Dibbs in it, then leave it alone
Watch me floss all night, no, get your own, what
(Chorus: Pras)
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
Come and get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
And tell my people that's rowdy 'bout it
In the click about it, about it
Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
(Get your thug on)
Come on and get your thug on
Everybody come on
(Pras)
Yo, yo, yo a lot of people thought I left welcome me back like Carter
Play these cats with a vengeance watch them die harder
You play your sound; we'll play our louder
And stop askin me who the hell the baby's father
Dirty cash countin', my crew never losin
Shorty on standby, chief four, jet fuelin
Who is to say (say), how many AK's (K)
Spread your way, what price you wanna pay?
Prices cut, iced seeds, sprinkle on my Rolo
Triple threat trio, you take us in the Limo, dig
I'm the safest ride I hear, next to the Volvo
Six double-o while you lacin a Pinto
No one isn't safe, many had, carry ways
I'm fully irate, most ghettos don't want to gate
We play Grammy's you play Ricki Lake
Baptizin sinners at the Salt Lake City baby
(Chorus: Pras)
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
Come and get your groove on
(Get your groove on)
And tell my people that's rowdy 'bout it
In the click about it, about it
Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on
(Get your thug on)
Come on and get your thug on (get your thug on)
Everybody come on
(Pras)
Uh, yeah, come on, stop it, stop it
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on
(Pras)
To all-them niggas locked down
All them real niggas nahmean?
8. Frowsey
(Pras)
Yeah, uh, yo it's the one that be wit you, that be the true spot
Tellin' po-po I carry gun on my side
Pullin me other with my shorties in my ride
But my man in the joint got connects from this side
Lawyer bring a hundred times as well as twenty-five
These the type of cats that celebrated few words or die
Smile in your face; tell your kind of lies
Wanna come and be wit you just for an alibi
I'm meant to eat wit you, sleep wit you
Get a couple of shorties, and come freak wit you
Set you up to gear right, then go and beef wit you
If they couldn't sell your story on a pay-per view
Want me the copper please, who I put... felony
Snitch all my homies so they set me free
And fore I'll be a rat I rot in the whole fam
Refugees in the game never give up the man
(Chorus: Pras)
It's the one that be wit you, creep and eat wit you
Actin' powsey, powsey but they (frowsey)
It's the one that come around givin' you all the pound
Being loud and rowdy but they... (Stop actin') frowsey
(You think you fresh but you) frowsey
(Your own Mom think you) frowsey
(Uh) uh (uh)... frowsey
(Pras)
I'm callin everybody name in this here rap game
Frontin ass cats tryin' to be around the fame
You know who the f you are, the ones with no shame
Always complain, while somethin', never to blame
Foxy individuals, them cruddy ass criminals
Come around and try to f... around with my decimals
I got a big burette that gets no better
If you want some trouble then look no further
If I'm poor I'll make a vocal, Meguan murder
So God so help me please control my temper
Fleas must please, say the word true indeed
With friends like these yeah, you don't need enemies
Informers wanna loose, take your notes
Before you see me drove I'll let the gun smoke
Love to sit back and watch them get blast
Ingrave my name on they ass, Dirty Cash
(Chorus: Pras)
It's the one that be wit you, creep and eat wit you
Actin' powsey, powsey but they (so)
It's the one that come around givin' you all the pound
Being loud and rowdy but they... (Stop actin') frowsey
(You think you fresh but you) frowsey
(Your own Mom think you) frowsey
(Uh) uh (uh) uh
Keep it movin (frowsey)
Yo that sounds some cheap frowsey to me man
How can... how can you bleepin deal with me like that man?
Yo, just actin' so frowsey (stop it)
Why you doin' this to me man?
(*Man speaking over Pras*)
(Pras)
It's the one that be wit you, creep and eat wit you
Actin' powsey, powsey but they (frowsey)
It's the one... (Give you the money you want)
Stop it (are you scared of frowsey?) why you doin' that? (Stop it)
(Yo stop actin') frowsey
(You think you fresh but you) frowsey
(Your own Mom think you) frowsey
Uh (uh)
(Pras)
Yo, yo, yo keep it movin
It's the one that be wit you, creep and eat wit you
Actin' powsey, powsey but they (frowsey)
It's the one that come around givin' you all the pound
Getting loud and rowdy but they... (Stop actin') frowsey
(You think you fresh but you) frowsey
(Your own Mom think you) frowsey
(Uh, uh) keep it movin, keep it movin
It's the one that be wit you, creep and eat wit you
Actin' powsey, powsey but they (frowsey)
It's the one that come around givin' you all the pound
Getting loud and rowdy but they... (Stop actin') frowsey
(You think you fresh but you) frowsey
(Your own Mom think you) frowsey
(Uh) uh (uh) come on, keep it movin
Frowsey, frowsey, frowsey, frowsey, frowsey, frowsey, frowsey
9. Dirty Cash
Instrumental
10. For The Love Of This
Uh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo it's so amazin how I be blazin’
From the four seasons to you at the days in
Where you lay at on the cages?
I comin' with a cannon, two guns blazin', purple hazin
My shine can be appraised, my tongue radiate
Orchard violent rays, why you stower in the off broke and paid
Singin' your heart out, oh happy days, I'm movin on up
Damn, I wish I had it made, ran on your parade
Make you exchange at the word trade
Dig son, your whole couldn't add up to my half
I'll count your funds yeah, like third grade math
Blast to your path every mornin I break flags
Dirty cash always find a way to get stash
From Italy to the deepest alley
Up to the highest mountains of the Himalayas
I put that on a stack of bibles so I stack a prayers
Yo democrat block, must get shot
Believe me not go ask Pac Prodock
Scream on the crew when you don't know how
Shiver liner got, rhymes in every single cloud, 'cause what
(Chorus: Pras)
For the love of this, I give my life a diss
And for the love of this, I send my last wish
For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
You see I will do anything but I won't do that
(Sniff Coke) won't do that (slang dope) can't do that
(Get out the car) shouldn't do that (take off your rope) why do that?
(Feel the gun smoke bloaw!)
Do you hear me baby
(Pras)
Yo, I got no life to spare, no time to bear
No TL care, I'm single like a stair
I can feel it in the air comin' everywhere
Twenty years from now, I'm gonna be a billionaire
Red for the on the island M-I sicky underwear
Leavin' all the BS elsewhere, I swear
Black you out make you see the boat like Noah
There's nothin' here for y'all, glasses like Coca-Cola
Mix-a-Mack make 'em see there's not enough buildings
Not ever since when I drop by these flash un a peepin
No reef thugin more caffeine than tryin'
Spread the love yeah to all my beloved
High speed chasin, low pro pursue
Black shoes important, soldiers come Bay Root
So look to my troops and the stolen Coupes
Here's the gun don't talk about it, just get up and shoot (stop it)
Hold up son, let me set up the pace
I'm that cattle in the race on the Human Race
Don't call me Human, call me Lou-man
Like par, move your record company under?You-Hah?
Family business FR to snitches
I'm down with M.O.B. yeah Money over Bitches
(Chorus: Pras)
For the love of this, I give my life a diss
And for the love of this, I send my last wish
For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
You see I will do anything but I won't do that
(Pras)
For the love of this I'll paint myself green
Within myself in the Corrine, Pras Most Wanted
Last seen with Sister Morphine
Scuba Diving with the Navy Seals in the Yellow Submarine
Headed for, the Philippines, microphone fiend with are regain green
It burns when I eat tangerine, wash it down with a cup of Gasoline
Burn into flames, like your actress said Ilene
Supreme Dream Team, musical machine, money makin' machine
Walk through the Desert butt-naked with a inch of canteen
Slappin it, rapper'll be like nah mean?
Got nothin' but a piggy in a tree, to what I shoot and some washed out jeans
Headin for the stars word, word to God
Watchin every move placin' all my cards
The game'll soon come like the aliens
Everybody runnin', sayin' that's the one
(Chorus: Pras)
For the love of this, I give my life a diss
And for the love of this, I send my last wish
For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
You see I will do anything but I won't do that
(I sell Crack) won't do that (peel on your back) can't do that
(Here comes the Gat) shouldn't do that (if you wanna lay flat) why do that?
(Pras)
Yo, come on, do you hear me baby (hear me baby)
Uh, uh, uh, Navy Seals y'all, Refugee Camp what, what
You better stop it, punk, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it HA!
98-99, yeah, yeah, (*Dirty said several times*) Cash haha
11. Wha' What Wha' What feat. Most Wanted & The Product G & B
(Pras)
Uh, yeah, huh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo, I'll do a double dish cleaner
The funny ass cats remind me of a skinner
Now you listen up, now what, heat on spitter
A renegade with my blade watch you get cut up
Sucker ass punk, you used to get beat up
Type of dude that'll smoke your weed up and eat up
Hold up, surrender your squad, it's a stick up
Fifty-two pickup, you high school drop-out, gives you enough float
To succeed or get tighter, what up, your block, get up
Shut up, or put up I'ma bout to let up
Licky, licky here, two shots you gone lick up
Take her to the news under: You should've eased up
Wha' What Wha' you got me fed up, get up or shut the f up
You done f'ed up, 8 or 9 enough even if she has seven runner up
Like the fans, like your thumbs up, what up?
I make them bowl like Shopper Ranks
I'm the Captain of the Ship, make them cats walk the plank
What the f you think I'm point, point blank
Turn off my sound niggas, let... crank
[Chorus w/variations:]
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
See, blaze me above the game with no limit
Niggas nowadays can slick and pull gimmicks
Cowber use roly well iced that been in it
Mines is loose rocks and the Beverly spin in it
Only place tin linid they cost a lot
When no money on the game you sure talk a lot
Never like a nigga car, you walk a lot
See I make cream a lot, while you niggas dream a lot
Can't you see it's all real, bras want to do me
Get it attached to me like I'm starrin' in movies
Nigga Nor wanna do me, thing is I got none
Wanna be my main chick, chill I got one
If it's hot in a lady then I can cop some
Most players all fall, tightly tint
See me fly through the window 'cause it's lightly tint
But its strongly minute got a fall so cats frequent
Hate weed peepin, best cats seekin'
Wanna kill me in the daytime, look it won't happen
You ain't a thug nigga this is some girls is rap, what
(Yeah you don't won't no problem)
[Chorus w/variations:]
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
Yo my M-O is S-O-L-O... hello
Shake like Jello bionics and nice fellow
Long hair, girl thingy's and girl thingy head too
In a room with the doctor, how the hell I stop ya?
The Rolex topper long as ya coppin them yo
It means it's copper, don't need to stop ya
When I'm speakin' opera, which y'all don't understand
That it's my channel Boo-Bionic mister man
Why y'all play Tennis we sway inventists
So our house can finish, wait a minute
Change the color of my whips, despite you bastards
Spit it green-cold on it, like you won the masters
Flow... faster, speed it up, heat it up why don't y'all just heat it up
Spit it on some feeder bust, slow it up, make the beat that we blow it up
Ya niggaz ain't mine, better pray you throw it up
[Chorus w/variations:]
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
Now...
(Pras)
Yo I keep my mind on my riches snitches get snitches
Cats on the low they all act like bitches
So what up, where you at with the nine-sin?
Feel my triples please circle the violence
Let me abolish this sh... like Nat Turner
Drop by Tom Warner, peace to my crooked cop killers
With the six shooter while fake niggaz getting drunk off of wine coolers
Yo, uh...
Yo she big on the game it's broke I wanna fix it
Make hot... and get that down, we remix it
He speakin', here we go your beef is nice
I'm from the gutter mother... best you think twice
Now back to who's nice M-O-S-T-W-A-N-T-E-D
You niggaz can't see me I'm glad that you turn
Poke that out of space shit, I bring you back to Earth, what
[Chorus w/ varaiations:]
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
East Side where you at, where you at?
West Side throw it up, throw it up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
(*Wha, Wha, Wha... echoes*)
12. Second Phone Interlude feat. Left Eye
Instrumental]
13. Lowriders feat. The Product G & B & Most Wanted
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
(*Yeah being said several times*)
(Pras)
What, Wah!
What, what, what
What, what...
Yo, yo stop holdin' my things you got, not
We're hot and you're not (yeah)
We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots
Come on (big cats they eat got) this... we got, lot
(Due plan and due glock) drop dead and go Rock
(What have and what now) who niggas who run the block
Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain top
Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lot
Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids
Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight
Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it falls it out
Do like the Blazer ([?]) on trail Praswell, rock well
Tryin' to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah!)
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
So you wanna be a player?
We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe
Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more
Like the same thing said Eat your hoe
Like Jane without your name, bring 'cause the name is nice
And the fame going in tight, I get hit from Frigga
Love Terega, good type of trickin ass nigga, got a name with price
And the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown
The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone)
This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn)
Now bag to home towards Texas, (bought a new Lexus)
And it goes Shane Green, can't be a nigga whole scene with the walkin' cream
(Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin team, most illin team
It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen makin' that cream, checkin' that cream
'Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so gotta do with Charlie's angel
'Cause ya down with me this man ain't... with those, a pose yes's take no's
'Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate 'cause the... shows
Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the Tech here, don't... knows
Got something y'all tryin' to see six of those
Y'all really see women I'm sick of...
(Pras)
What, Wah!
What, Wah!
Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now heat it up
You niggaz get stuck for your dough and grips
See Mister don't care who you go against
'Cause half of them niggas you rollin' with they hear my name and call it quits
Had them niggas wanderin if I'm gonna come with the guns again
See ammo die with A&M with game on lock at seven and
Made them stop there rappin' when which you show this clappin end
Hoes wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well
Back and against got clientele why you studio gangster's lyin' well
Mad we be, E&T, MTV you endin me
Peter stand back 'cause they're love to hate y'all
'Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more totin by the vapors
I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em, pull 'em how it's done
... With the Camp, we number one, what, what, what
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was sleppin, creepin', twelve o' peepin
Leapin, Quantum, usual like my ton of money can be where I'm from
ET bon, number one, come along, pass it on, Brooklyn
True rappers and is why you front on finders
No one is see why they feel so free yo Refugee can on
Her life or knots, more cuffs than crooked cops
I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with, then go again
I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate a part...
Listen, test your full clip don't like getting...
We on top you ride in the pit, money to make, titles to take
Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
To all my soldiers, the street fighters
We want no murder without your fire
Lowriders we're getting higher
14. Yeah 'Eh Yeah 'Eh feat. Mack 10 & Reptile
[Intro: Mack 10:]
Yo, Mack 10 (dirty cash, Reptile)
It's always good to have a little change
In your life ain't that right Pras? (That's right baby)
Yo, hahaha that's right well let me run it, check it
(Mack 10)
We do things and hood bangers, g's as we are
Well even Mack can do a bar with a Refugee All-star
Pras dance round the border like he Cassius Clay
While I press round the hood with a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought they knew me
They say; how can a thug from Cali bust with a Fugee?
'Cause I write and make... ignite, easy on the treble
Now turn the bass up and check my Mic level
As I get down, let mama peekin, but ain't speakin'
I guess a gang-bang thug... got baby tweakin
Said your outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus your little black... is cute with your dreads
Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a six-fo
Hit a switch and then hop into a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the game twice as nice
So add a little spice and put a thug in your life
[Chorus w/variations:]
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, ooh, you
You better get up of your...
From a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin' where you might get blast yeah, yeah
(Pras)
Yes, yes y'all (yes y'all) it's dirty cash y'all (cash y'all)
From the East to the West I manifest y'all
Doin' interviews with Harper Bazaar, how bizarre
You're sit back smokin' big Cuban cigars
Yo, fly guys want getting jackin and fly cars
If it's up to me, you'll get blast when the hole pars
Thus far, no one can spar with my little troth
From the flat bush I'll rip y'all and bust your show to Crenshaw
Flowin with Pras and some splash down to Jamaica
Meet you at the shock bar, Alas se enica
Place your bet yo pay your debt
You cats with the fake crepes, I'll bust you with my Twin-Tack
For talkin' out the side of your neck, aiyyo check
We can showdown and lowdown when I'm sunset
Make your move cowboy this ain't Hollywood
You got the business's in the hood, INGLEWOOD!
[Chorus w/variations:]
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, ooh, you
You better get up of your...
From a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin' where you might get blast yeah, yeah
(Reptile)
Would wise in ninety dance hall, bounce to this
Hip-hoppers with the dress, smoke an ounce to this
I spin hits, lyrically swift, speakin' of business
Reptile, formerly know, Jersey delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, give up the funds
We come down hard like hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt amps
Created more than the monster like the Loch Ness
All hell's about to break when I'm loose
Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes
And get a haircut; we put you niggas in a bear hug
I dare thugs, tellin' niggas do it like "Nike Air" slugs
Take a death dive into the wilderness
We got you feelin' this, to the point your man wanna kill us
But we ain't laughin', we blackin, rushin, attackin
Loaded with dirty cash and a Mack 10 (*echoes*)
[Chorus w/variations:]
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, ooh, you
You better get up of your...
From a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin' where you might get blast yeah, yeah
[Outro: Reptile:]
Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just don't care
Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just don't care
Yeah what, what, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just don't care
I said blow the smoke (blow the smoke)
Blow the smoke and puff, puff like you just don't care
(Pras)
Uh, yeah, yeah, party people
15. Murder Dem
Heh, yeah. Aaight. Just count me up in here, aaight?
Yeah. Uh. Uh. Uh.
First and foremost let's distinguish the boys from the men
The start to a end, a foe from a friend
Who next of kin when I bust this iron across yo' chin, nigga?
Let me extend payments due on your arrangements
Turn on the news, nigga, listen to the latest development
Extra extra, read all about it
Master Pras always Bout-It-Bout-It
Bring tears to your fears when I shout it, shout it
[?] Believe, though he doubt it, doubt it
Yeah, what's all the fussin' and bickerin' for
Yeah, few shots up your ass, hear from you no more
For sure you belong with an M-16
Stand in front of the door, that you just can't ignore
Go figure. Hit the floor, nigga
Random shots - run for your life, nigga
This goes for my niggas who gets no bigger
Sweat on your forehead, let's see who pull quicker
Yeah, murder dem. Murder dem. In a, competition me go, murder dem.
Wha' what, follow dem. Hm. Follow dem.
In this, situation me no, follow dem when me gone.
All pussi haffi run when me gun. All cowards haffi run when me gun.
No man haffi come 'cause we, murder dem. Hm. Murder dem.
I'm livin' on danger's ground, where the danger's mine
Hold firm, stand strong, 'bout to blow like land mine
Never mind, draw, reach for yours, I'ma go for mine
Leave you paralyzed with a broken spine
They seize and they shrine in the line of fire
Retreat, recline, from all firearm
Ring the alarm, bring the bomb squad, word to God
Got your number, nigga, watch I'll pull your cord
Pardon me, sincerely yours
Down by law, out to settle the scores
Haters shoutin', "No, he can't be no more!"
Parasite, leachin' down, rottin' to the core
Cash rule, jewels cool, drown in my whirlpool
'Scuse my rudeness, rudeboy from Providence
These fists of fear remain to be fearless
Move like flyin' [?], full automation
Pumpin' carbon monoxide through your blood circulation
Separate these facts like segregation
Trial and tribulation, high expectation
The brigade shut off, backs seen me run off
Cagein' with Nicholas, it's a face-off
What? Yeah! Hah, mmm!
In case you didn't know, it's the P-R-A-S
Got strategies like playing chess
Penetrate through your flesh, yes, hit me with your best
Got issues to address, nonetheless
Checkmate, only makin' moves with my playmate
Prakazrel is Pras when it's abbreviate
My puncture is accurate, nigga you dead weight
Dislocate every bone in your body
Then sit back and evaluate
Every mental [?] process is isolate
Preception is clear with my steel, I should demonstrate
You were last seen gettin' head from a drag queen
Come clean, nigga what, with an 18
The supreme dream team, cash rule and CREAM
While your body lies up in the [?]
What, yeah, wha'what, wha'what, hah!
Hmm. Uh huh uh huh. Refugee Camp All-Stars. Uh huh. Uh huh uh huh.
Yeah, yeah.
16. Third Phone Interlude
Instrumental
17. Amazing Grace
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind, but now I see
T'was grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come
T'is grace that brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun
18. Final Interlude
Instrumental
19. Avenues (Refugee Camp All-Stars feat. Pras)
[Intro: Ky-Mani]
Ohh no! Ohh no!
Say, we gonna rock down through, Electric Avenue
And then we'll take it higher
Say, we gonna rock down through, the Brooklyn Avenues
And then we'll take it higher!
Ohh no! Ohh no!
[Verse 1: Pras]
Yo, yo
Slick like Rick Rick James when I hit (hit)
Superfreak chicks, who I don't miss (yo I don't miss)
Fix for your nose, my flows make you sick (uh-huh)
Two chicks for me, none for you like Twix
Play with niggas head like 'Clef guitar picks
Went from, bottom pits to, making hits, and
Hollow-tips then, shooting lips (right)
Handle our business make sure it sits
Ride through the tunnels (crusin by) f**k the guestlists
Light up your block with roman candlesticks
Known to blow shows with pyrotechnics (right)
Rappin bout your whips while you catchin transits
Buyin shorty gifts, with checks from WIC
Your record sound like a demo that was yet not mixed
(shit ain't mixed yet)
Your whole style broke and it should be fixed (uh-huh)
Time runnin out as my Rolex ticks
Don't get caught on the Ave, it's too Electric...
[Chorus: Ky-Mani]
Say, we gonna rock down through, Electric Avenue
And then we take it higher (c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon)
Say, we gonna rock down through, the Brooklyn Avenues (Flatbush too)
And then we'll take it higher!
Ohh no! Ohh no!
[Verse 2: Pras]
I dedicate this to my peeps who're on the streets
God bless they soul, may they rest in peace
There's those who finance and those who choose to lease
Whatever suits you weather on the turn of your leafs
Different strokes for different folks God
I refuse to going back and being broke Lord
He got struck with lightning, he got hit hard
Face this twenty life to maximum, his whole life is scarred
The Preacher's Son and I came off the Santa Maria
Ten cases of Malta, caught the diarrhea
Load the ReFugees on the aircraft carrier
Some say Dirty Cash (Dirty Cash) we never heard of ya
You don't know me? (Yeah yeah)
[Chorus: Ky-Mani]
Say, we gonna rock down through Electric Avenue (c'mon)
And then we'll take it higher (c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon)
Say, we gonna rock down through the Brooklyn Avenues (Flatbush too)
And then we'll take it higher! (c'mon man)
Ohh no! Ohh no! (yeah, alright)
20. Another One Bites The Dust (Queen & Wyclef Jean feat. Pras & Free)
[Intro: Wyclef Jean (& Freddie Mercury)]
(Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?)
(Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?)
I need a break beat, uh
(Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?)
(Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?)
I need a break beat, uh
(Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?)
(Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?)
I need a break beat, uh
(Outta the doorway the bullets rip)
[Repeating to the sound of the beat, hey]
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean (& Freddie Mercury)]
Yo, a for the kids in the club that's ready to get bugged
(Another one bites the dust)
A for the dogs with the burners, that wanna blast off
(Another one bites the dust)
And for the kids on the blocks, shootin' at the crooked cops-blaow!
(Another one bites the dust)
(And another one gone) Wyclef
(And another one gone) Dirty Cash
(Another one bites the dust) Young Free, Freddie where you at?
[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean (& Freddie Mercury)]
(Steve walks wearily down the street)
(With the brim pulled way down low)
Some cat up in Brooklyn just got robbed with a Kangol
(Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?)
(Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?)
(Out of the doorway, the bullets rip)
[Repeating to the sound of the beat, hey]
My man got shot, and the block got hot
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, hey I hear more shots, this is like Fort Knox, kid
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, hold your breath (And another one gone)
Hold your breath (And another one gone)
Hold your breath (Another one bites the dust)
Yo, check it
[Verse 3: Wyclef Jean (& Freddie Mercury)]
If you're a soldier at ease
My military style is known to murder Nazis
Brooklyn to Germany (Oh yeah) come on
My kamikaze will blow the U2
They hire Idi Amin in Timbuktu
Whether you Hindu, or do the Voodoo
You can't foresee this unless I bring the previews, yeah, yeah
Yo, it's the number one rappin' band (Come on)
Yo, this review will be critically acclaimed
Leave you in critical pain, clinically insane
The name Wyclef Jean, with a yes, yes y'all
Better have a vest y'all, I'll blast, and bless y'all (Oh yeah)
F-y'all, the mark of the beast, the triple six
Time running out, listen to the tick (Oh yeah)
If you see what I saw, then you seen what I seen
If you know what I know, you know what I mean (Oh yeah)
Commanding officer of the Navy SEAL team
Once I give the orders, you feel the infrared beam (Oh yeah) Blaow!
For all you critics, sayin' "another remake"
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, if you know the deal, this is the master reel, kid
(Another one bites the dust) (Oh yeah)
(And another one gone) Right
(And another one gone) Right
(Another one bites the dust, hey) Freddie Mercury, where you at yo?
[Verse 4: Wyclef Jean (& Freddie Mercury)]
(How do you think I'm gonna get along)
(Without you when you're gone) (Oh yeah)
I need a break yo
If you're ready for the first of the month
For that welfare check, come on (Kicked me out on my own)
I need a break beat
(Are you happy, are you satisfied?)
(How long can you stand the heat?)
I need a break beat
(Outta the doorway, the bullets rip)
(To the sound of the beat, look out)
Yo, bulletproof vests, like the wild, wild west
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, this is a stickup, now take off your Rolex
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, dirty money, good money, yo it's all money-money
(Another one bites the dust)
Yo, Dirty Cash (And another one gone)
Dirty Cash (And another one gone)
The adventures of Dirty Cash (Another one bites the dust)
[Verse 5: Pras (& Freddie Mercury)]
Yo, for the love for the cash, I'll blast you in my path
Keep my eyes on the math, you cats don't know the half (Oh yeah)
As far as I'm concerned, you cats can burn in flames
This ain't no game, I'mma start callin' names (Oh yeah)
So come get me, if you know the one-fifty
A million refugees ready to bust with me (Oh yeah)
Bloody, filthy, in this rap shhh-
You gonna have to kill me, since you can't beat me (Oh yeah)
Pras, Dirty, Cash, you're the greedy
Believe me, you gotta let me fly like R. Kelly (Oh yeah)
Bite another dust with my man Freddie Mercury
What height nineties got ya cash, wannabe crazy (Oh yeah/Navy SEAL!)
[Alternate Verse 5 (music video): Canibus (& Freddie Mercury)]
Yo, I know you wanna see the Can-I-Bus bite the dust
So you could bury my body below the Earth's crust (Oh yeah)
But I'm a Small Soldier, to stay as focused
With guts, I rip the scab off of layin' the cut (Oh yeah)
I'm an extraordinary military mercenary
Searchin' for extra intelligence like steady (Oh yeah)
My rhymes cut through the radio waves like machetes
The predator becomes the prey in the Serengeti (Oh yeah)
I breach national security purposely
To safely return the statue of Freddy Mercury (Oh yeah)
Verbally, Wyclef, Pras and Free
Holdin' it down for the Refugee Navy SEALs Team (Oh yeah) (Navy SEALs)
[Verse 6: Free (& Freddie Mercury)]
Practically, I tactically destroy
Deploy more decoys than a presidential convoy (Oh yeah)
My whole envoy stay camouflaged out
And when I walk the street, I take the refugee route (Oh yeah)
This one go out to all my thugs in the borough
Soldiers stay thorough, like Kilamanjaro (Oh yeah)
Split it with an arrow, my girl platoon roll
Outta control, the female Mandingos (Oh yeah)
Free, I evolve from the egg of a seminarian
Don't go down, 'cause I'm a vegetarian (Oh yeah)
And when I bust, it ain't "in God we trust"
And if you bring a gun, you better bring a black tusk (Oh yeah)
[Outro: Wyclef Jean, The Product G&B (& Freddie Mercury)]
She looked into my eyes and said FBI
(Another one bites the dust) (Oh yeah)
She said she loved me, she was a spy who lied
(Another one bites the dust) Right
I could relate, could you relate?
(Another one bites the dust)
Jerry "Wonda", The Product (Oh-oh) (Another one bites the dust)
Yo, Canibus, John Forte (Don't you know we coming for you?)
(Another one bites the dust) Yo, Dirty Cash, and baby Free
(Another one bites the dust)
(And another one gone) Wyclef Jean
(And another one gone) Freddie Mercury, ha-ha
(Another one bites the dust, yeah)
I'm out baby
Navy SEALs!
(Another one bites the dust)
(Another one bites the dust)
Win, Lose or Draw, 2005
1. Win Lose or Draw
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
'Cause my style, as old as the reptile
As slick as a Nu Nile, as new as the new child
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
'Cause my style, as old as the reptile
As slick as a Nu Nile, as new as the new child
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Now there's a million motherfuckers wanna see me die
I got a million motherfuckers that'll see you try
And you never seen a man die till you see a man cry
You can run but can't hide, step aside you must be blind
If you don't see this year is solely mine
There's no rumors, you heard it through the grapevine
I'm that cat with nine lives, done had nine wives
'Member ReFugees started in the nine-five
Had my ups and downs, yeah my highs and lows
Niggaz tried to say I didn't fit the status quo
Rapper's dough come and go like the wind blow
But I'm here from the walls to the window
Failure's not an option, my gun's in motion
Broke the silence, a word's been spoken
I ain't scared homey, I'mma right my left
'Cause when you conquer your fear, you conquer death
Dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
Dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
Temper, my dear, it's a dance for a temper, alright now
Fever, my God, it's a dance pon' de fever, c'mon now
You see a little of this, a little of that
Listen to my voice through the speakerbox she says
(A little of this, a little of that)
(I don't wanna I don't wanna ever stop)
You went from bein a friend to foe, a friend to threat
I'm big green on you like that dude from Shrek
'Cause one for my niggaz, now dos for doze
Check your friends by your side even close you're foes
Now check, this world of mine I'm a blind man doin time
Look to my future 'cause my past is all behind
I got lots to gain to rhyme about
Anyone in the game keep my name up out'cha mouth
You little monkeys be gettin robbed
I see you when you over there talkin tough wit'cha bus card
I'm gettin' money, I'm with the stars
I keep a loose deuce-deuce just to even the odds, ya heard?
For my niggaz I'm grateful and somehow
We gonna make it together it's my time now
Sir Pras, I stay distinguished
A loose slang mixed with a little Olde English
Dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
Dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
Aiyyo, dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
Dance if you want to and if you want
Bust bust if you want, talk tough what'chu wan' do
Aiyyo I been through it all, winter spring summer fall
I'm still standin' tall, win lose or draw
2. Dreamin
N/A
3. Light My Fire
Yo (uh, what, yo, uh-huh) ha, yeah yeah
Yeah, eh-heh, all right (mmm, uh, uh)
Good morning light my fire baby woo, woo, woo
Oh, girl you make me feel fine (yeah, uh, ha ha)
Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah.oh
Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah
Well I was born a mixed breed, a planted seed
Mixed with some weed and a little bit of Hennessy
When I bleed, I love to believe
That a friend in need is a friend indeed
Where da bumba claat, where da bumba ras
Forget me not, dem know a Super Pras
Blueberry don't start no fight
Sean Paul tell 'em pass the light
Eighty bars but your 16 ain't worth the spit
Money, cars and fame is that all you get?
Pride and respect in the street, that's not all I got
Silly boy come test, 'cause dem wield de shot
Seckle de violence, bad boy move in silence
Give them some guidance, they need to see the science
(Fire that's richer than [?]) Well speak up
And through your minutes of fame I kept my feet up
C'mon and light my fire, baby, whoa
Kiss the sun let's get higher, high
They don't think we're gonna make it, oh
f**k the world let's just take it, high
Well I was often told I was off my road
Never sold my soul for the glitter of gold
Let the truth be told, I made the mold
23 years old, 20 million sold
Y'all dream of half-a-mill, lookin' for your next meal
Ask the guerillas, I signed my own deal
Movies, clothing, ma I'm so ill
Mash up the dance floor (yo Pras chill)
Man seckle, I'm bumpin like a kettle
You don't hear the sound bustin' your vessel? (brrap)
And for my enemies, scope 'em like the Kennedy's
You think I'm lyin'? Go and ask the ReFugees
C'mon and light my fire, baby, whoa
Kiss the sun let's get higher, high
They don't think we're gonna make it, oh
f**k the world let's just take it, high
Forty days forty nights I was off the scene
Cocked back my style with a gangsta lean
Kept my ears to the streets and my hands been clean
Servin' rice and beans while I plot and scheme
Back by the A-Team, we buffalo soldiers
Rude bwoy run 'way, I thought I told ya
Guns too big to fight in a holster
Still stay true to my roots and culture
When we comin', rushin' in best be afraid
We take a flag when we march in our parade
Brooklyn, Trini, Jamaican, Haitian
We built to rule like United Nation
Still Pras fat hooks I'm no Nas
Tight bars through wars ain't no scars
Took the pilgramage to conquer Rome
Dethroned Caesar, guerillas now they're home, baby
C'mon and light my fire, baby, whoa
Kiss the sun let's get higher, high
They don't think we're gonna make it, oh
f**k the world let's just take it, high
(Light up, light up)
Yeah, guerillas baby, you don't see us comin'
(Light up, light up)
Brrap, brrap, lights out, ah-heh-heh
4. Dance Hall feat. Sean Paul & Spragga Benz
N/A
5. Haven't Found feat. Sharli McQueen
What I wanna do
Uhh, uhh, one two, one two, c'mon
One two, one two, c'mon
Yo, c'mon, yo
Movin' around the world and daydream of days that money brings
Chasin' material, assumin' that is happiness inside
You think that you could buy a better life
No matter the price
But you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
But you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
Haven't found what you're lookin for
Yo it's official now, I'm your freedom fighter
If you feelin' what I'm feelin', people, put up your lighters, yeah
Get in my cypher yeah, get in the grind
And I won't stop rockin till the world seen the shine
Because I been many places, seen many faces
Shook many hands and mixed with many races
From nowhere to Bombay, did it my way
Got my style from the ghetto, took it straight to Broadway
Spit these bars 'cause in the hood I'm the instrument
Been around the world I stepped on seven continents (that's right y'all)
Twenty millions later, I settled the score
They got money for war but can't feed the poor
And you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
Haven't found what you're lookin' for
And you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
One two, one two, one two, c'mon
I'm stayin' lovin' you, but you don't notice me (c'mon)
Diamonds and fancy cars, female celebrities all the time
You give away the things you say was mine
Chasin' the shine
But you still haven't found what you're lookin for
One two, one two
And you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
Yo, haven't found what you're lookin' for
We gotta make a move by any means necessary
From January and January to January
Look out my window, it's a robbery
People still put they ones in the lottery
Big fish always try to eat the small fish
They do anything just to get their last wish
War in the East, there's war in the West
War down South, I stay war upon the rest
As it's been said, let it be done
And there's nothing new underneath the sun
So we preserve what's destined to come
And share our thoughts and blessings with our daughters and sons
And you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
And you still haven't found what you're lookin' for
Haven't found what you're lookin for
Guerilla baby, ha
Haven't found, oh no no no
Ah, yeah, alright
What, what, guerilla
6. For Love
N/A
7. Mistakes
What's life without you, baby?
I know I made a lot of mistakes
And I ask you for forgiveness
And if lovin you is a crime, then I plead guilty
Hey yo, I made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
Made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
I need you more than ever before, girl for sure
You know, it's all fair in love and war
Through health and sickness, rich or poor
Yeah, life never seem to tell us what it has in store
But you're my angel in the morning when the rain falls
At my beck and call whether I ball or stall
Never intimidated, we can make reservations
Polly 'bout Revelations
Get deep like subway stations, you love the conversation
You love this nappy-haired, natural born Haitian
Check it, make you feel good like Dr. Feelgood
Party in the hood baby, it's all good
Never mind that, forget 'bout the small talk
Let's conjure up some thoughts and take a short walk
Up the driveway, straight to my crib
Commitin' sex crime and the kids'll be the bid
Hey yo, I made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
Made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
I'm just a simple man, can't you understand
If you know like I know you know I got a master plan
Ice up that finger with this, wedding band
Now our bank card reads Mr. and Mrs. Geechy Dan
Share wit'chu, my life of sin
Scripted with this liquid pen, come again
Mighta lost a couple battles but this war we win
Even though our enemies baby lies within
Wit'chu by my side I got nothin to lose
You and I against the world, what the hell we got to prove?
Unconditional love, let's swing an episode
I'm stocked up and my mojo is overload
I adore you baby, from head to toe
And you know my style is so unbelievable
But I've made my mistakes and I do realize
Please listen babycakes 'cause I do apologize
Hey yo, I made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
Made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
I like to, greet the sun, and walk among the stars
Watch you from afar even though men are from Mars
The way I treated you and made your life so hard
Can't really express it all in 48 bars
'Cause sometimes in life we all have pain and sorrow
Wit'chu by my side, I look forward to tomorrow
I give you everything I own, you shelter me
You taught me how to cry, baby you set me free
I know love don't love nobody
If that's to be true, don't rain on this party
We'll bang all night to kill the sunrise
I'm the first one you see when you open your eyes
When it's all said and done, girl you're my soulmate
I made some mistakes, hope I'm not too late
From the bottom of my heart, hope my light shines through
Like Donny Hathaway I wrote this song for you, you know
Hey yo, I made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
Made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here, yeah
(Hear you call)
(Hear you call)
I know I made a lot of mistakes
And I ask you for forgiveness
And if lovin you is a crime, then I plead guilty
Hey yo, I made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
Made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
I need you more than ever before, girl for sure
You know, it's all fair in love and war
Through health and sickness, rich or poor
Yeah, life never seem to tell us what it has in store
But you're my angel in the morning when the rain falls
At my beck and call whether I ball or stall
Never intimidated, we can make reservations
Polly 'bout Revelations
Get deep like subway stations, you love the conversation
You love this nappy-haired, natural born Haitian
Check it, make you feel good like Dr. Feelgood
Party in the hood baby, it's all good
Never mind that, forget 'bout the small talk
Let's conjure up some thoughts and take a short walk
Up the driveway, straight to my crib
Commitin' sex crime and the kids'll be the bid
Hey yo, I made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
Made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
I'm just a simple man, can't you understand
If you know like I know you know I got a master plan
Ice up that finger with this, wedding band
Now our bank card reads Mr. and Mrs. Geechy Dan
Share wit'chu, my life of sin
Scripted with this liquid pen, come again
Mighta lost a couple battles but this war we win
Even though our enemies baby lies within
Wit'chu by my side I got nothin to lose
You and I against the world, what the hell we got to prove?
Unconditional love, let's swing an episode
I'm stocked up and my mojo is overload
I adore you baby, from head to toe
And you know my style is so unbelievable
But I've made my mistakes and I do realize
Please listen babycakes 'cause I do apologize
Hey yo, I made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
Made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
I like to, greet the sun, and walk among the stars
Watch you from afar even though men are from Mars
The way I treated you and made your life so hard
Can't really express it all in 48 bars
'Cause sometimes in life we all have pain and sorrow
Wit'chu by my side, I look forward to tomorrow
I give you everything I own, you shelter me
You taught me how to cry, baby you set me free
I know love don't love nobody
If that's to be true, don't rain on this party
We'll bang all night to kill the sunrise
I'm the first one you see when you open your eyes
When it's all said and done, girl you're my soulmate
I made some mistakes, hope I'm not too late
From the bottom of my heart, hope my light shines through
Like Donny Hathaway I wrote this song for you, you know
Hey yo, I made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here
Made my mistakes and real talk is
This time I gotta do whatever it takes 'cause I
(Hear you call) and I ain't leavin' without you
Goin' nowhere, yeah, I'm standin' right here, yeah
(Hear you call)
(Hear you call)
8. Angels Sing feat. Wyclef Jean
N/A
9. Mr. Martin feat. Akon
Convicts, it's the convicts
Testing one two three, we come
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred MC's a-get murderin'
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred sound boys a-get murderin', yeah
Lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everybody lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everytime I breathe I feel like they're killin me
It seems death my only way to my destiny
You see crazy the boy that go against my rap
I'm like Moses when I strike down my staff
See my wordplay is like arts and craft
And my gunplay will blast any Babylon in my path
Win, lose or draw, the bloodiest bath
Fifth to the fist is the cruddiest jab
Ever seen, pocket stays ever green
Like Christmas trees I dismiss these
Fools slide, close my eyes, lead the blind
Decapitate you, ease your mind
Haitian homes, lethal lines, it's my time to shine
I resurrect like Lazareth, baby I'mma cancel death
Got to survive in this main maniac depression
f**k y'all, 'scuse my expression
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred MC's a-get murderin'
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred sound boys a-get murderin', yeah
Lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everybody lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Ticky ticky tock on my golden hen
She layin next to this gentlemen
Sometimes Glock 9, sometimes Mac-10
Hooooo...
You see whenever she lay down she thingy an alarm
thingy thingy thingy, thingy me lay down
Time to lay low (time to lay low)
Time to lay low (time to lay low)
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Let me tell 'em, yo
Aiyyo this life ain't for livin it's for fightin' wars
No matter what the truth is, hold on to what's yours
Never forget the day they crucified Jesus Christ
And the day they turned their backs on the civil rights
Lyrically, we trained to assass' y'all
Stash flat irons, thinner than plasmas
Cardiac arrest, give a big man asthma
Run for ya life if you think you got stamina
Caught an ounce of lead, watch how Babylon spreads
You know the type that'll run to the feds
Never ran, never real cop Port-au-Prince
It's an avalanche, homey you don't stand a chance
... ants in your pants
You wanna rock, these bullets'll make you dance
Homies thought I'd be driven away in a black hearse
But the first shall be last, the last be first
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin (build a coffin)
Today is death season, a hundred MC's a-get murderin'
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin (build a coffin)
Today is death season, a hundred sound boys a-get murderin', yeah
Lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everybody lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Testing one two three, we come
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred MC's a-get murderin'
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred sound boys a-get murderin', yeah
Lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everybody lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everytime I breathe I feel like they're killin me
It seems death my only way to my destiny
You see crazy the boy that go against my rap
I'm like Moses when I strike down my staff
See my wordplay is like arts and craft
And my gunplay will blast any Babylon in my path
Win, lose or draw, the bloodiest bath
Fifth to the fist is the cruddiest jab
Ever seen, pocket stays ever green
Like Christmas trees I dismiss these
Fools slide, close my eyes, lead the blind
Decapitate you, ease your mind
Haitian homes, lethal lines, it's my time to shine
I resurrect like Lazareth, baby I'mma cancel death
Got to survive in this main maniac depression
f**k y'all, 'scuse my expression
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred MC's a-get murderin'
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred sound boys a-get murderin', yeah
Lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everybody lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Ticky ticky tock on my golden hen
She layin next to this gentlemen
Sometimes Glock 9, sometimes Mac-10
Hooooo...
You see whenever she lay down she thingy an alarm
thingy thingy thingy, thingy me lay down
Time to lay low (time to lay low)
Time to lay low (time to lay low)
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Let me tell 'em, yo
Aiyyo this life ain't for livin it's for fightin' wars
No matter what the truth is, hold on to what's yours
Never forget the day they crucified Jesus Christ
And the day they turned their backs on the civil rights
Lyrically, we trained to assass' y'all
Stash flat irons, thinner than plasmas
Cardiac arrest, give a big man asthma
Run for ya life if you think you got stamina
Caught an ounce of lead, watch how Babylon spreads
You know the type that'll run to the feds
Never ran, never real cop Port-au-Prince
It's an avalanche, homey you don't stand a chance
... ants in your pants
You wanna rock, these bullets'll make you dance
Homies thought I'd be driven away in a black hearse
But the first shall be last, the last be first
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin (build a coffin)
Today is death season, a hundred MC's a-get murderin'
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin (build a coffin)
Today is death season, a hundred sound boys a-get murderin', yeah
Lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Everybody lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip, I got one shot left
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Tick-a-tick-a-tock, tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
10. One Monkey Don't Stop the Show
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Another day, some would say, one monkey don't stop a show
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Or he'll fight one more day, one monkey don't stop a show
Aiyo, the ghetto's red hot, hotter than the summer day
Goin' on a quest to the thick Milky Way
Walk many miles like my man Isaac Hayes
Wheel up, wheel up, don't start the gunplay
Easy with the feezy, let the boy down easy
Keep the hands clean, so I won't get the greasy
Believe me moms said there'd be days like this
Where they'll spit in your face and take a piss
Betray the son of man with a double kiss
But you a shootin' star and you'll never miss
'Cause life's one big road with lots of signs
So when you ridin' through them rocks, don't complicate your mind
And I have learned every rose has a thorn
And every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
And the playback's long and you may lay back long
But if you don't watch your back till November, you'll be gone
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Another day, some would say, one monkey don't stop a show
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Or he'll fight one more day, one monkey don't stop a show
Aiyo, ambush in the night, guns pointed at me
Square me off, dey open fire on me
But Lord knows one monkey won't stop the show
Six feet under, baby kissed me from head to toe
Can't keep a good man down, y'all know how the story goes
I suppose there's no difference between friend or foe
My nigga Frank Sneed said what's known need not be said
I'm a man on the run and they all want me dead
Monkeys on my back with a bounty on my head
But I got nothin' but love homey, let's break some bread
You see I been accused, of many a-things
Like the real hip-hop and the fame it brings
Respected, I'm connected
From the bottom to the top of the food chain
I'm real bank money, mentally you're loose change
I do things, while y'all get tied up like shoestrings
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Another day, some would say, one monkey don't stop a show
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Or he'll fight one more day, one monkey don't stop a show
Sometimes I feel like my vision's been distorted
And my cry for help has been prerecorded
Lord don't abandon me to the will of my foes
When the time comes, only you know my highs and lows
So help me surf over all my daily troubles
'Cause yesterday seems so far away in bubbles
I pray to you Lord and ask for forgiveness
Even when my heart is hard and the soul is restless
See I love few and I can't trust none
So this time around I'mma load up the guns
Hope my enemies don't become, prisoners of war
'Cause my gangster is mean and I'm back for an encore
I'mma take what's mine and give nothin back
When I move with my niggaz I'm the leader of the pack
Feet, please don't fail me now
I'm on a journey and I gotta cover these grounds
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Another day, some would say, one monkey don't stop a show
He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, oh
Or he'll fight one more day, one monkey don't stop a show
He who fights one more day, oh
One monkey don't stop a show
Everything is a struggle, yeah yeah
11. Friend A' Foe
N/A
12. Party's Ova
N/A
13. Ghetto Politics
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Criminal, minded, you've been blinded
Justice for all (c'mon) help me find it
Please we'll wind it, get in the hole
And start to grind it, who's behind it
Big brother got us spread like an atlas
Powerless in fear that leads to paralysis
Now when I speak, do your psycho-'nalysis
And those recordin' Wonderland like Alice's
Y'all don't know about guerilla warfare
Kids in Haiti, trapped with the hardware
Wear them by the pair while playin' Truth or Dare
Prisoners of war worse than the terror scare
This is the jungle we live in, this is the concrete
I call you girl thingy 'cause you are what you eat, homey
It's the art of war homes they play for keeps
So you still think that gangster shit is sweet?
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Remember when you had a lot, yeah it was yours for sure
But we fight back, and ain't takin your shit no more
So raw, my four-four's leave a couple bent
The government talk shit, hand 'em a Doublemint
You fuckin with me? I see you like a jewel
With the terrorist my nigga, diesel like the fuel
Step up, smash your team, throw matches at your head
Quarters after we bathe it in gasoline
Or petroleum, you think it's sugar when it's sodium
Handcuffs ropes and chains holdin 'em
All in the zone, have your dough and your fame
But you ain't takin nuttin wit'cha, but your bones to your grave
To the world you're a slave, we the makers
Revolutionary haters, as anthropologists, gynecologists
Astronauts and shit, I don't think y'all ready for the apocalypse
So y'all better stay on top of shit
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
My flow contradicted, apocalyptic
With plans to cop the riches, make blacks stop the snitchin
Politics mixed with, new statistics
Futuristic, tell me are you a witness
Or a soldier? Innocent, criminal minded
I'm militant, wise to ignorant, livin with
No time to eat and no time to sleep, my hustle is deep
Wearin' the same gear all week
Near all heat, until I draw, it's kind of raw
Like a war between my ancestors and dinosaurs
I'm on some f**k the cops shit, ask your moms
She don't even know, what this (?) tax is on
Probably got another country never shown on map
For secret agents and the ones who faked they death live at
Where your kids disappear to when they get kidnapped
Streets is white, life is black, and this shit is trapped
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Y'all been rockin fatigues for years right?
Y'all ready to war?!
Pine, boxes, nine oxes
Unidentified flying objects
Crime, doctors, slime, coppers
Niggaz that can't get out, man they locked up
Alright, where you at my niggaz? You in the Matrix?
Get the f**k off the streets, youknowwhatI'msayin'?
f**k all that gangster shit, we here
It's real niggaz, put on your boots, man up
Get ready for war, ha, guerillas baby
Smoke hash
14. How It Feels
When I grow up, I'ma be a superstar
Ah-ha, alright baby
(They don't know how it feels)
When you're out on your own, yeah
And you're lookin' for that home
(They don't know what it is)
When the world's on your shoulder
And your baby gotta be a soldier
Yo I was born in the projects with roaches and rats
And our credentials were our nines and gats
Stay the hell out the hood, read the welcomin' mats
I remember them days, it was hard bein' black
Welfare checks and government cheese
Take your family portrait, everybody smile, say "Cheese"
And it's a wonder how I kept my head from goin' under
Sun don't shine where there's lightning and thunder
Some got ways, some got means
But still, we all just got hopes and dreams
The two blend together like dope and fiends
Cope with teens has that new gangster lean
Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star
Fly cribs and drivin' them big cars
That's all Mr. President, hear the voice of the youth
I don't lie, I speak the truth
(They don't know how it feels)
When you a single mother
And don't have that significant other
(They don't know what it is)
To be in the ghetto
And your life be in slow mo', uh yeah
Been around the world a couple times with the ReFugees
From the boot of Italy to the land of Pawnee
Fell in love a couple times on the London Bridge
Fast cars, fast life, that's how I wanted to live
What a crusade, one of my great escapades
Cut many hearts, like the game of spades
But nothin' was as fatal when they blew the World Trade
Now we at war mama, tradin' lives for grenades
Send in the troops, here comes the brigades
American resolve and our hearts'll never fade
I know you somewhere out there chillin' in the shades
But I hate to be the one to rain on your parade
See God is merciful and God bless his children
That's how we gonna reconstruct them buildings
So stop the killings, we runnin' out of graves
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(They don't know how it feels)
To hear our babies cry
And watch our mothers die
(They don't know how it feels)
To see our brothers in prison
While they losin' their religion
These eyes of mines are like camera lens
Loved by many but stabbed by my friends
Is this the end? Some may cry out loud
But I won't worry we gonna, make it now
The ghetto fed up but they won't break us down
It's an eye for an eye what goes around comes around
Do this for my peeps who couldn't speak
Survival of the fittest, what happens to the weak?
They either in between, above or beneath
Tryin' to play me like a scrub in a passenger seat
Racial profile to say the least (okay)
There won't be no peace in the belly of the beast, c'mon
But we gonna make it through, baby
Even though the world is so crazy
And if they ask you, tell 'em it's pain times three
'Cause it's a million of them kids stressin' just like me, baby
(They don't know how it feels)
To see us go to war
And see the people free for no more
(They don't know how it feels)
To be a black man in America
And feel like they're comin' to get'cha
(They don't know how it feels)
To work for minimum wage
As your life starts to fade
(They don't know how it feels)
To be down to your last buck
And no one really gives a mother, huh
15. Thug Money
[Trick Daddy talking]
If its bout that money
Then you gots to kill them, haha
Come here n***a, that's the only way, uh
I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthaf**ka tonite
[Trick Daddy yells]
n***a
[Chorus] 4x
Thug Money got blood on it
Plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you
I put my heart on it
I'm thinking back when I was younger
I usta hustle in the summer
No time for crime
I had to help my mama
And I love the rainy weather
Make me hustle better
Running into partner in na ghetto
Trying to get my sh*tt together
However, I'm giving these f**k n***as pillars
Robbing fake dope dealers and these fake ass killers
For my n***as
They keep they fingers on the triggers
Cause they heard about you business
And these f**k n***as trying to end this
So I'm ready, just riding dirty in the Chelli
Me and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for that fetti
Call us foolish, cause of how we feel the way we do this
Slanging, robbing, and shooting
Even neighborhood polluted
I'm ready to do this and like weed
I'm always louted with duck tape ya muted
If the sh*t move, I shoot it
Hold on