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[Wyclef] Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill
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[B-Real] Yo, bringin it on
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[Wyclef] Cubans meet the Haitians
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Perfect combination, check it
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Verse One: Wyclef, B-Real
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[Wyclef] You say guns
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[B-Real] I say pistolas
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[Wyclef] Well if you got beef son
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[B-Real] Callate la boca
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[Wyclef] Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians
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[B-Real] A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination
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[Wyclef] From L.A. to Brooklyn why you doin all that talkin
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[B-Real] Think you got a soul but you're a Dead Man Walking
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[Wyclef] Yo toast the host from coasts' we boast
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When we meet again, I will be Casper that Friendly Ghost
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[B-Real] You'll hear shots, like the show Cops
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Things are still the same, I'm still growin crops
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[Wyclef] Wyclef with B-Real, let me build better yet
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[B-Real] Killa bee kill
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[Wyclef] Yo B-Real watch your grip
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Chorus: B-Real, Wyclef, Lauryn Hill
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[B-Real] Hi, boom biddy bye bye
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[Lauryn Hill] Ahhhahhh, ahhhahhh
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[Wyclef] You open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die
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[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
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[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
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[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
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[Wyclef] Ohh as simple as they come as as simple as they die
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[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
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[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
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[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
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[Wyclef] Yo who told the boyy, to pack a forty-five
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[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
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[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
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[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhahhhh
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[Wyclef] Now he rest in the place that they call paradise
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Verse Two: B-Real, Wyclef
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Fools run up, but they've never seen the last
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Spread your last lyrics get broken like glass
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Can he pass or does he posess the will
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Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real
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Punks are broken some dey fall off the ledge
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Refugee Camp bringin it straight over the edge
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You duck as I fluff the feathers from ya skin
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How ya gonna win that's like Satan without no sin (without no sin)
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They'll never happen while I'm rappin I be watchin
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The Philistines, creepin up in Manhattan
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The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with Muggs
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But there's no survivors, they all died in the flood
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Wyclef, B-Real
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Yo, once a child, twice a villain
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If this was drugs I'd make a million off this combination
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They say you'redope Clef you're dope so they offer me sess and beer
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Beware, you pull your wallet Mr. Thief stares
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The opposite direction of the room, he pulled his gun and said
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I'm doomed join the son of man in the tomb
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I see the soldiers, comin from out the shadows
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Ready for battle, ain't trying to hear the baffled
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Warriors lined up in full war gear
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In it to win it if it goes on for years
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Dedicated to the stable of the Assassins
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Revolutionaries, just bring on the action
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Chorus
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[WYCLEF]
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Soldier man
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Rewind selector soldier man
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Refugee soldier man
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Brooklyn soldier man
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L.A massive soldier man
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New Jersey massive soldier man
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Uptown massive soldier man
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Long beach massive soldier man
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You know the whole world watches soldier man
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Boom biddy bye bye open up ya eyes you'll be the next one to die.......
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Boom Biddy Bye Bye (Fugees Remix)
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| The Fugees |
