[INTRO:]
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Uh huh, uh huh
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Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
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Uh huh, uh huh
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What up
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Uh huh, uh huh
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Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh
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I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
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Yo, yo, yo
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[HOOK:]
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All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
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Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
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Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin
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Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
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Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
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It aint all about the money*
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[Verse 1]
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When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
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Loud MCs, feel the silencer
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Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
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This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" [AHHH!]
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Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
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Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET
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You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
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You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes
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See, y'all aint MCs, you a CM
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Common Motherfucker rhymin about Lexus and Benz
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The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
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You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
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You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
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I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
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Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source
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While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full Force
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Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
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The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
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Grandma yell, CD player number two
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Shadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"
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[HOOK]
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[Verse 2]
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We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat?
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Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack
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How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
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But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
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You know who you are, eight bar superstar
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Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards
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You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met
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First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef"
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Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
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Yeah you could fight, in the WWF
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Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters
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Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
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Oh Lord, protect me from the devil
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They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ
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Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public
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You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
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Some MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above ground
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Counting English pounds
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I tell ya what, success don't come overnight
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I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
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Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite
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Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice
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That's when I daydream into the twilight
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Girls wit they man, screamin "I hate life"
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Baby girl look in the opposite direction
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Cuz my class is the *Misedu...*
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[HOOK]
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Where Fugees At?
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| Wyclef Jean |
