(Clef)
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We used to be number 10, now we're perma-na-nent 1
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In the battle, lost my finger, mic became my arm
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Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
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Tell the woman, "easy now, squeeze the Charmin"
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Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
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Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born, John
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And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
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Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens
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From my farm, damn, another dead pigeon
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If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
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Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
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Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade
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That sounds sick maybe one day I'll write a horror
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Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA
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Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies
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Of their own families, what's going on?
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Armageddon come you know we soon done
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Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
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A boy on the side of Babylon
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Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion
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(Lauryn)(chorus)
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Oooh La La La,
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It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
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Oooh La La La,
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It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
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Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah,
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Sweeeeet Thing
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(Lauryn)
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Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon,
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Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's.
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See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
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Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees.
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Hey Hey Hey
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Try to take the crew and we don't play play
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Say say say
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Like Paul McCartney, not hardly,
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ODD-ly enough
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I can see right through your bluff
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Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST
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Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High",
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Cried when Cochise died.
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I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes,
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Don't remove my Polos on the first episode.
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Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
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Ha Ha Ha Ha, Your whole sound set's bootie , and
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Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when
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I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La.
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(chorus)
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(Praz)
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I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
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Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories,
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Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees,
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Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me.
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From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
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Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like,
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Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon,
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lyrics fast like Ramadan.
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(Clef)
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What's goin' on
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Armageddon come you know we soon done
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Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
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A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with
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Mount Zion.
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(chorus)
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Fu-Gee-La
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| Fugees |
