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![Fugees - The Score (Álbum Completo) [Full Album]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140418085408im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/DBXmQ22asvA/0.jpg "1. Red Intro
2. How Many Mics
3. Ready Or Not
4. Zealots
5. The Beast
6. Fu-Gee-La
7. Family Business
8. Killing Me Softly
9. The Score
10. The Mask
11. Cowboys
12. No Woman, No Cry
13. Manifest/Outro
14. Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix)
15. Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie Mix)
16. Mista Mista")
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Fugees - The Score (Álbum Completo) [Full Album]
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The score (full album) - Fugees
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♥The Score es el segundo y último álbum de estudio del trío publicado el 13 de febrero de 1996 en Columbia Records. 1 Red Intro 2 How Many Mics 3 Ready or Not 4 Zealots 5 The Beast 6 Fu-Gee-La 7 Family Business 8 Killing Me Softly 9 The Score 10 The Mask 11 Cowboys 12 No Woman, No Cry 13 Manifest/Outro 14 Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp remix) 15 Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie mix) 16 Mista Mista
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Music video by The Fugees performing Ready Or Not. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment.
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The Fugees - Killing Me Softly With His Song
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Music video by The Fugees performing Killing Me Softly With His Song. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment.
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The Fugees - Fu-Gee-La
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The Fugees Compilation - Collection (Full Album) Hip Hop Rap W 01. Intro 00:00 02. Fu-Gee-La 01:40 03. Killing Me Softly 06:00 04. No Woman No Cry 10:11 05. Ready Or Not 14:31 06. Nappy Heads 18:17 07. The Score 23:30 08. Rumble in the Jungle 27:30 09. How Many Mics 32:42 10. Vocab 36:57 11. Zealots 40:58 12. Family Business 45:03 13. The mask 49:35 14. Cowboys 54:01 15. Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix) 58:58 16. Fu-Gee-La (SLY & Robbie Mix) 1:03:07
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The Fugees - Ooh La La La
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More Info For Lyrics* Old School Hip-Hop. Chur [CLEF:] We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one, In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pist...
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The Fugees - Cowboys
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Music video by The Fugees performing Cowboys. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment.
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Subscribe Me Here Plz : http://q.gs/ztvC Album: - The Score is the second album by R&B;/hip-hop trio The Fugees, Released Worldwide February 13, 1996. - Label...
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- Red Intro
- How Many Mics
- Ready or Not
- Zealots
- The Beast
- Fu-Gee-La
- Family Business
- Killing Me Softly
- The Score
- The Mask
- Cowboys
- No Woman, No Cry
- Manifest/Outro
- Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp remix)
- Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie mix)
- Mista Mista
- Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Global mix)
- Ready Or Not (Clark Kent & Django remix)
- Nappy Heads (Mad Spider mix)
- Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes
- Vocab (Salaam's remix)
- Ready Or Not (Salaam's Ready for the Show remix)
- Killing Me Softly With His Song (live, Brixton Academy)
- No Woman No Cry (remix With Steve Marley)
- Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop remix)
- Introduction
- Nappy Heads
- Blunted (interlude)
- Recharge
- Freestyle (interlude)
- Vocab
- Special News Bulletin (interlude)
- Boof Baf
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- How Hard Is It?
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- Livin Like There Ain't No Tomorrow
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- Intro
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- White Lines
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- Interlude
- Manifest I
- How Many Mics
- Introduction
- Interlude
- Fu-Gee-La
- Boof Baf
- Nappy Heads
- Interlude
- Killing Me Softly
- Medley
- Manifest II
- Ready or Not
- Interlude
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- Keep on Moving
- Redemption Song
- Killing Me Softly
- Fu-Gee-La
- No Woman, No Cry
- Ready or Not (feat. "Boadicea" by Enya)
- Killing Me Softly With His Song
- The Score
- How Many Mics
- Cowboys
- Nappy Heads (remix radio edit)
- Vocab (Refugees hip hop remix)
- The Sweetest Thing (Mahogany mix)
- A Change Is Gonna Come (live from BBC/Radio 1)
- Killing Me Softly With His Song (live from MCM)
- Freestyle (live from BBC/Radio 1)
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Fugees - The Score (Álbum Completo) [Full Album]
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- Duration: 78:09
- Updated: 12 Aug 2013
1. Red Intro
2. How Many Mics
3. Ready Or Not
4. Zealots
5. The Beast
6. Fu-Gee-La
7. Family Business
8. Killing Me Softly
9. The Score
10. The Mask
11. Cowboys
12. No Woman, No Cry
13. Manifest/Outro
14. Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix)
15. Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie Mix)
16. Mista Mista
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1. Red Intro
2. How Many Mics
3. Ready Or Not
4. Zealots
5. The Beast
6. Fu-Gee-La
7. Family Business
8. Killing Me Softly
9. The Score
10. The Mask
11. Cowboys
12. No Woman, No Cry
13. Manifest/Outro
14. Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix)
15. Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie Mix)
16. Mista Mista
- published: 12 Aug 2013
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The score (full album) - Fugees
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- Duration: 73:34
- Updated: 21 Mar 2014
♥The Score es el segundo y último álbum de estudio del trío publicado el 13 de febrero de 1996 en Columbia Records.
1 Red Intro
2 How Many Mics
3 Ready or Not
4 Zealots
5 The Beast
6 Fu-Gee-La
7 Family Business
8 Killing Me Softly
9 The Score
10 The Mask
11 Cowboys
12 No Woman, No Cry
13 Manifest/Outro
14 Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp remix)
15 Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie mix)
16 Mista Mista
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♥The Score es el segundo y último álbum de estudio del trío publicado el 13 de febrero de 1996 en Columbia Records.
1 Red Intro
2 How Many Mics
3 Ready or Not
4 Zealots
5 The Beast
6 Fu-Gee-La
7 Family Business
8 Killing Me Softly
9 The Score
10 The Mask
11 Cowboys
12 No Woman, No Cry
13 Manifest/Outro
14 Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp remix)
15 Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie mix)
16 Mista Mista
- published: 21 Mar 2014
- views: 35
The Fugees - Ready or Not
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:37
- Updated: 20 Aug 2013
Music video by The Fugees performing Ready Or Not. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment.
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Music video by The Fugees performing Ready Or Not. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment.
- published: 23 Oct 2010
- views: 9243475
- author: TheFugeesVEVO
The Fugees - Killing Me Softly With His Song
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:14
- Updated: 12 Aug 2013
Music video by The Fugees performing Killing Me Softly With His Song. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment.
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Music video by The Fugees performing Killing Me Softly With His Song. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment.
- published: 27 Mar 2011
- views: 6497791
- author: TheFugeesVEVO
The Fugees - Fu-Gee-La
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:05
- Updated: 14 Nov 2013
Music video by The Fugees performing Fu-Gee-La. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment
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Music video by The Fugees performing Fu-Gee-La. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment
- published: 14 Nov 2013
- views: 1086
The Fugees Compilation - Collection (Full Album)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 68:14
- Updated: 17 Dec 2013
The Fugees Compilation - Collection (Full Album)
Hip Hop Rap W
01. Intro 00:00
02. Fu-Gee-La 01:40
03. Killing Me Softly 06:00
04. No Woman No Cry 10:11
05. Ready Or Not 14:31
06. Nappy Heads 18:17
07. The Score 23:30
08. Rumble in the Jungle 27:30
09. How Many Mics 32:42
10. Vocab 36:57
11. Zealots 40:58
12. Family Business 45:03
13. The mask 49:35
14. Cowboys 54:01
15. Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix) 58:58
16. Fu-Gee-La (SLY & Robbie Mix) 1:03:07
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The Fugees Compilation - Collection (Full Album)
Hip Hop Rap W
01. Intro 00:00
02. Fu-Gee-La 01:40
03. Killing Me Softly 06:00
04. No Woman No Cry 10:11
05. Ready Or Not 14:31
06. Nappy Heads 18:17
07. The Score 23:30
08. Rumble in the Jungle 27:30
09. How Many Mics 32:42
10. Vocab 36:57
11. Zealots 40:58
12. Family Business 45:03
13. The mask 49:35
14. Cowboys 54:01
15. Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix) 58:58
16. Fu-Gee-La (SLY & Robbie Mix) 1:03:07
- published: 17 Dec 2013
- views: 46
The Fugees - Ooh La La La
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:20
- Updated: 20 Aug 2013
More Info For Lyrics* Old School Hip-Hop. Chur [CLEF:] We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one, In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pist...
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More Info For Lyrics* Old School Hip-Hop. Chur [CLEF:] We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one, In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pist...
- published: 26 May 2009
- views: 5898554
- author: xXFrEeKyDeEzYXx
The Fugees - Killing Me Softly
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:00
- Updated: 17 Aug 2013
The Fugees Track: Killing Me Softly (With His Song) (Track 08) Album: The Score (1996)
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The Fugees Track: Killing Me Softly (With His Song) (Track 08) Album: The Score (1996)
- published: 27 Dec 2011
- views: 840997
- author: pescaterian11
The Fugees - Killing me softly
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:13
- Updated: 17 Aug 2013
Hip hop group The Fugees covered the song in 1996 on their album The Score, with Lauryn Hill singing the lead vocals. Their version became a massive hit reac...
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Hip hop group The Fugees covered the song in 1996 on their album The Score, with Lauryn Hill singing the lead vocals. Their version became a massive hit reac...
- published: 13 Apr 2009
- views: 646977
- author: VIDEOSELIASH
The Fugees - Fu-gee-la
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:21
- Updated: 19 Aug 2013
The Fugees Fu-gee-la.
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The Fugees - Cowboys
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:49
- Updated: 19 Aug 2013
Music video by The Fugees performing Cowboys. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment.
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Music video by The Fugees performing Cowboys. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment.
- published: 22 Feb 2013
- views: 94329
- author: TheFugeesVEVO
the fugees-no women,no cry
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:32
- Updated: 18 Aug 2013
Youtube.com/NoRemedyy the refugees no women no cry.
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- published: 09 Jul 2007
- views: 7967883
- author: trevor01s
The Fugees - Ready Or Not
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:48
- Updated: 07 Aug 2013
Subscribe Me Here Plz : http://q.gs/ztvC Album: - The Score is the second album by R&B;/hip-hop trio The Fugees, Released Worldwide February 13, 1996. - Label...
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Subscribe Me Here Plz : http://q.gs/ztvC Album: - The Score is the second album by R&B;/hip-hop trio The Fugees, Released Worldwide February 13, 1996. - Label...
- published: 16 Jun 2009
- views: 2501881
- author: Supa Graph
The Fugees The Score Full Album
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 78:04
- Updated: 01 Mar 2014
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- published: 01 Mar 2014
- views: 4
fugees ready or not instrumental
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:15
- Updated: 18 Feb 2014
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- published: 18 Feb 2014
- views: 361
The Fugees - Ready Or Not / Fu Gee La / Killing Me Softly live 2005
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 12:22
- Updated: 19 Aug 2013
The Fugees re-unite on the BET 2005 awards to perform their hits "Ready Or Not", "Fu Gee La" and "Killing Me Softly".
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The Fugees re-unite on the BET 2005 awards to perform their hits "Ready Or Not", "Fu Gee La" and "Killing Me Softly".
- published: 19 Jan 2012
- views: 262536
- author: markisillmatic .
Fugees - Family Business
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:45
- Updated: 19 Aug 2013
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Guantanamera - The Fugees & Wyclef Jean - HQ Audio
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:26
- Updated: 31 Jul 2013
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Fugees, A Tribe Called Quest & Busta Rhymes - Rumble In The Jungle
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:30
- Updated: 17 Aug 2013
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Fugees (Tranzlator Crew) - Vocab
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:02
- Updated: 19 Aug 2013
Music video by Fugees (Tranzlator Crew) performing Vocab. (C) 1994 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT.
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Music video by Fugees (Tranzlator Crew) performing Vocab. (C) 1994 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT.
- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 815281
- author: TheFugeesVEVO
Fugees - Ready Or Not
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:14
- Updated: 20 Aug 2013
Artist: Fugees Song: Ready Or Not Album: The Score Producer: Jerry Duplessis & Fugees (Co) Label: Ruffhouse Records, Columbia Records Genre: Alternative Hip-...
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Artist: Fugees Song: Ready Or Not Album: The Score Producer: Jerry Duplessis & Fugees (Co) Label: Ruffhouse Records, Columbia Records Genre: Alternative Hip-...
- published: 22 Sep 2012
- views: 527036
- author: Drogenpsychose
The Fugees - Killing Me Softly (Mak.Pap Underscore Remix)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 6:00
- Updated: 27 Nov 2013
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- published: 27 Nov 2013
- views: 5361
Fugees (Tranzlator Crew) - Nappy Heads
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- Duration: 4:40
- Updated: 15 Aug 2013
Music video by Fugees (Tranzlator Crew) performing Nappy Heads. (C) 1994 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT.
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Music video by Fugees (Tranzlator Crew) performing Nappy Heads. (C) 1994 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT.
- published: 25 Oct 2009
- views: 829447
- author: TheFugeesVEVO
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![[HD] Fugees - How Many Mics & Freestyle (Live At The Apollo 1996)](http://web.archive.org./web/20140418085408im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/8cgrzQKkZnY/0.jpg "[HD] Fugees - How Many Mics & Freestyle (Live At The Apollo 1996)")
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The Fugees Live! December.25.1995 The Ark in Brooklyn,New York
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- Duration: 14:02
- Updated: 12 Aug 2013
Fugees (pronounced /ˈfuːdʒiːz/) were a Haitian American hip hop group who rose to fame in the mid-1990s. Their repertoire included elements of hip hop, soul ...
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Fugees (pronounced /ˈfuːdʒiːz/) were a Haitian American hip hop group who rose to fame in the mid-1990s. Their repertoire included elements of hip hop, soul ...
- published: 18 Jul 2011
- views: 38958
- author: egoggles
Fugees murder the Apollo live 1996 How many mics Hip-Hop WOW
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:59
- Updated: 17 Aug 2013
Be sure to watch in high quality. The Fugees rip the stage in 1996 live @ the Apollo, this is classic hip-hop! Best footage of it on Youtube.
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Be sure to watch in high quality. The Fugees rip the stage in 1996 live @ the Apollo, this is classic hip-hop! Best footage of it on Youtube.
- published: 18 Oct 2008
- views: 249381
- author: MERKIN187
The Fugees Live - Fu La La La
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:30
- Updated: 17 Aug 2013
The Fugees.
http://wn.com/The_Fugees_Live_Fu_La_La_La
The Fugees, Tribe Called Quest, Busta Rhymes - "Rumble In The Jungle" (Live) 1996
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:30
- Updated: 03 Aug 2013
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The Fugees - Live @ MTV 1996 (HQ)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 9:06
- Updated: 02 Aug 2013
The Fugees Live @ MTV 1996 1. Ready or Not 2. Fu-Gee-La Don't forget to watch in high quality.
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The Fugees Live @ MTV 1996 1. Ready or Not 2. Fu-Gee-La Don't forget to watch in high quality.
- published: 08 Jan 2009
- views: 121583
- author: eMCeeHead
The Fugees Nappy Heads Monalisa & Killing Me Softly Wih his song Live Brooklyn 2004 Spanish SUB
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 8:00
- Updated: 19 Aug 2013
Extracto del "Block Party" de Dave Chapelle. The Fugees.
http://wn.com/The_Fugees_Nappy_Heads_Monalisa_Killing_Me_Softly_Wih_his_song_Live_Brooklyn_2004_Spanish_SUB
Extracto del "Block Party" de Dave Chapelle. The Fugees.
- published: 21 Oct 2009
- views: 4074
- author: kehjo
Fugees & Nas Fugee-La/Ready Or Not/If I Ruled The World Live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 6:21
- Updated: 15 Aug 2013
I Can't remember what award show this was from....i believe the Grammys.
http://wn.com/Fugees_Nas_Fugee-La_Ready_Or_Not_If_I_Ruled_The_World_Live
I Can't remember what award show this was from....i believe the Grammys.
- published: 27 Jan 2010
- views: 127328
- author: The Visiting
Fugees - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Later With Jools Holland)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:44
- Updated: 16 Aug 2013
Fugees - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Later With Jools Holland) Jun 1996.
http://wn.com/Fugees_Killing_Me_Softly_Live_@_Later_With_Jools_Holland
Fugees - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Later With Jools Holland) Jun 1996.
- published: 28 Jan 2008
- views: 458103
- author: tokodomo
[HD] Fugees - How Many Mics & Freestyle (Live At The Apollo 1996)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:43
- Updated: 04 Aug 2013
The Fugees Perform Live at The Apollo 1996 || The Crowd goes CRAZY!!!
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The Fugees Perform Live at The Apollo 1996 || The Crowd goes CRAZY!!!
- published: 01 Sep 2012
- views: 6885
- author: Prayerhillstv
FUGEES LIVE - KILLING ME SOFTLY / READY OR NOT
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:22
- Updated: 10 Aug 2013
1997.
http://wn.com/FUGEES_LIVE_KILLING_ME_SOFTLY_READY_OR_NOT
The Fugees-KIlling Me Softly(Live)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:10
- Updated: 17 Aug 2013
One of the best groups ever...and the best remake of a song I have ever heard..The Fugees at their best...When is lauryn Hill making a comeback?
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One of the best groups ever...and the best remake of a song I have ever heard..The Fugees at their best...When is lauryn Hill making a comeback?
- published: 27 Oct 2008
- views: 1615409
- author: overthetopkid
The Fugees - No Woman No Cry
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:36
- Updated: 15 Mar 2014
Music video by The Fugees performing No Woman No Cry. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment
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Music video by The Fugees performing No Woman No Cry. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment
- published: 15 Mar 2014
- views: 3597
Fugees - Fu Gee La
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:27
- Updated: 19 Aug 2013
The Fugees perform Fu Gee La on Later.. with Jools Holland, Later Hip Hop Soul. London, England.
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The Fugees perform Fu Gee La on Later.. with Jools Holland, Later Hip Hop Soul. London, England.
- published: 08 Nov 2008
- views: 313802
- author: 808sandheartbreak1
The Fugees live- Brooklyn, NYC 1995; Wyclef battles Lauryn
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 13:47
- Updated: 10 Jul 2013
http://wn.com/The_Fugees_live_Brooklyn,_NYC_1995;_Wyclef_battles_Lauryn
Fugees Vocab Live On MTV
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:41
- Updated: 03 Aug 2013
YO! MTV Raps Live.
http://wn.com/Fugees_Vocab_Live_On_MTV
Fugees - No Woman no cry / Fu-Gee-La (live)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 7:10
- Updated: 12 Aug 2013
Visite http://www.pacjay.com ou http://www.pacjay.hd1.com.br/
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Visite http://www.pacjay.com ou http://www.pacjay.hd1.com.br/
- published: 28 Dec 2008
- views: 144618
- author: Jorge Sousa
Fugees & Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly (Movie Awards)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:20
- Updated: 16 Aug 2013
Fugees & Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Movie Awards 1996)
http://wn.com/Fugees_Roberta_Flack_Killing_Me_Softly_Movie_Awards
Fugees & Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Movie Awards 1996)
- published: 29 Jan 2008
- views: 1380168
- author: tokodomo
Fugees & Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly Live on the VMAs
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:21
- Updated: 28 Jul 2013
Fugees performing Killing Me Softly on the 1997 VMAs with special guest Roberta Flack.
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Fugees performing Killing Me Softly on the 1997 VMAs with special guest Roberta Flack.
- published: 05 Feb 2010
- views: 26809
- author: The Visiting
Fugees - Zealots LIVE
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:28
- Updated: 31 Jul 2013
live'n loud Part 2.
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Fugees Killing Me Softly LIVE
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:17
- Updated: 19 Jul 2013
Fugees Killing Me Softly LIVE.
http://wn.com/Fugees_Killing_Me_Softly_LIVE
the Fugees Block Party LIVE
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:18
- Updated: 20 Jul 2013
fugees.
http://wn.com/the_Fugees_Block_Party_LIVE
Send this Playlist by SMS
Email this Page
http://wn.com/The_Fugees_The_Score_Album_Review
http://wn.com/Street_Talk_3_Ciara,_Obama,_New_Normal,_Fugees,_Missy_Elliott,_Beyonce_More
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Fugees - Blunted On Reality
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 70:53
- Updated: 20 Aug 2013
01.Introduction 02.Nappy Heads 03.Blunted Interlude 04.Recharge 05.Freestyle Interlude 06.Vocab 07.Special News Bulletin Interlude 08.Boof Baf 09.Temple 10.H...
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01.Introduction 02.Nappy Heads 03.Blunted Interlude 04.Recharge 05.Freestyle Interlude 06.Vocab 07.Special News Bulletin Interlude 08.Boof Baf 09.Temple 10.H...
- published: 23 Mar 2013
- views: 3019
- author: BigJuggsOnly
The Fugees @ Radio Nova (Novamix)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 34:40
- Updated: 17 Aug 2013
Radio Nova - Paris - 19/01/1995 The Fugees (Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean, Pras Michel) - USA / Haïti Big UP also for the DJ (Benoît) & the french rapper Dezé.
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Radio Nova - Paris - 19/01/1995 The Fugees (Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean, Pras Michel) - USA / Haïti Big UP also for the DJ (Benoît) & the french rapper Dezé.
- published: 14 Dec 2012
- views: 4360
- author: ElectroBassDub
The best of Lauryn hill - 2013
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 46:34
- Updated: 20 Aug 2013
Part2/ 21. Ready For The Show [1:50] 22. Ready Or Not F. Biggie (J.Period Exclusive RMX) [3:08] 23. Message Music (Interlude) [0:43] 24. Recognition F. Wycle...
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Part2/ 21. Ready For The Show [1:50] 22. Ready Or Not F. Biggie (J.Period Exclusive RMX) [3:08] 23. Message Music (Interlude) [0:43] 24. Recognition F. Wycle...
- published: 27 Mar 2013
- views: 153750
- author: Queen .Oldskool
The Fugees - The Score Album Review
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 27:40
- Updated: 19 Aug 2013
http://wn.com/The_Fugees_The_Score_Album_Review
Outcasts United: The Story of The Fugees Soccer Team
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 65:28
- Updated: 14 Jan 2014
Warren St. John and Luma Mufleh talk about St. John's book, Outcasts United: A Refugee Team, an American Town. The book tells the story of a youth soccer team, The Fugees, made up of boys from families that have been relocated to the Atlanta suburb of Clarkston, GA, from war-torn countries around the world. Mufleh is the Jordanian-born coach of the team.
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Warren St. John and Luma Mufleh talk about St. John's book, Outcasts United: A Refugee Team, an American Town. The book tells the story of a youth soccer team, The Fugees, made up of boys from families that have been relocated to the Atlanta suburb of Clarkston, GA, from war-torn countries around the world. Mufleh is the Jordanian-born coach of the team.
- published: 14 Jan 2014
- views: 39
Hip Hop Village 96 - Fugees & Italian Golden Age Live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 46:54
- Updated: 14 Jan 2014
Hip Hop Village 1996 ripresa da noi, Fugees Live e i migliori gruppi Rap del periodo..
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Hip Hop Village 1996 ripresa da noi, Fugees Live e i migliori gruppi Rap del periodo..
- published: 14 Jan 2014
- views: 46
sexy R&B; mix Throwback DJ RICK MIX , fugees.B.I.G and more
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 25:51
- Updated: 21 Nov 2013
just mixing vinyls for fun, sharing .hard to find vinyls long play 12 inches dj ,records. enjoy
for pleasure only.
Fugees,Total,Faith,B.I.G
female r&b; vocals throwback
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just mixing vinyls for fun, sharing .hard to find vinyls long play 12 inches dj ,records. enjoy
for pleasure only.
Fugees,Total,Faith,B.I.G
female r&b; vocals throwback
- published: 21 Nov 2013
- views: 141
Street Talk #3 .Ciara, Obama, New Normal, Fugees, Missy Elliott, Beyonce & More
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 34:20
- Updated: 20 Sep 2012
http://wn.com/Street_Talk_3_Ciara,_Obama,_New_Normal,_Fugees,_Missy_Elliott,_Beyonce_More
- published: 20 Sep 2012
- views: 764
Old School R&B; & Hip-Hop Mix Vol. 03
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 79:31
- Updated: 19 Aug 2013
DOWNLOADS & MORE: http://www.facebook.com/deejay.alex.uk 0:00:08 - Fugees - Killing Me Softly 0:03:31 - Whitney Houston - My Love Is Your Love 0:05:54 - Bob ...
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DOWNLOADS & MORE: http://www.facebook.com/deejay.alex.uk 0:00:08 - Fugees - Killing Me Softly 0:03:31 - Whitney Houston - My Love Is Your Love 0:05:54 - Bob ...
- published: 02 Dec 2012
- views: 651741
- author: dj alex
FREESTYLE - FOLGE 20 - 90´S FLASHBACK (OFFICIAL VERSION AGGROTV) FUGEES / FETTES BROT
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 56:36
- Updated: 25 Jul 2013
FREESTYLE - FOLGE 20 - 90´S FLASHBACK Diese Woche zu Gast: FETTES BROT (Erstausstahlung 05.05.1994) Videos: 00:43 Domino - Ghetto Jam 05:24 Leaders Of The Ne...
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FREESTYLE - FOLGE 20 - 90´S FLASHBACK Diese Woche zu Gast: FETTES BROT (Erstausstahlung 05.05.1994) Videos: 00:43 Domino - Ghetto Jam 05:24 Leaders Of The Ne...
- published: 24 Jul 2013
- views: 189
- author: aggroTV
Old School Mix (R&B;, Disco, Pop & Soul) 90's Hip Hop R&b; Mix # 2
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 20:30
- Updated: 17 Dec 2013
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90 HIP HOP R&B; MIX VOLUME 2 . 20 MINUTES SAMPLE OF 20 SONGS, 1 HOUR MIX.
90'S HIP HOP R&B; VOL. 2 MIXTAPE
01-BOUNTY-KILLERTHE-FUGEES-HIP-HOPERA.
02-THE-FUGEES-READY-OR-NOT.
03-NAS-IF-I-RULED-THE-WORLD.
04-NAS-PUFF-DADDY-HATE-ME-NOW.
05-PUFF-DADDY-FT-NOTORIOUS-BIG-LIL-KIM-AND-THE-LOX-ITS-ALL-ABOUT-THE-BENJAMINS.
06-BLACK-ROB-WHOA.
07-BOUNTY-KILLER-NOT-ANOTHER-WORD.
08-CRAIG-MACK-FT-THE-NOTORIOUS-BIG-CRAIG-MACK-RAMPAGE-LL-COOL-J-AND-BUSTA-RHYMES-FLAVA-IN-YA-EAR.
09-BOUNTY-KILLER-FT-BUSTA-RHYMES-FT-JUNIOR-REID-CHANGE-LIKE-THE-WEATHER.mp3
10-THE-FUGEES-FU-GE-LA.
11-DR-DRE-FT-SNOOP-DOGG-STILL.
12-PUFF-DADDY-AND-MASE-CAN-T-NOBODY-HOLD-ME-DOWN.
13-MASE-FEAT-PUFF-DADDY-LOOKIN-AT-ME.
14-NOTORIOUS-B-I-G-HYPNOTIZE.
15-SNOOP-DOGG-GIN-AND-JUICE.
16-ICE-CUBE-WE-BE-CLUBBIN.
17-THE-LOX-MONEY-POWER-RESPECT.
18-LORD-TARIQ-AND-PETER-GUNZ-DEJA-VU.
19-DMX-GET-AT-ME-DOG.
20-DMX-RUFF-RYDERS-ANTHEM.
21-KRS-ONE-STEP-INTO-A-WORLD.
22-2PAC-UNTIL-THE-END-OF-TIME.
23-2PAC-FEAT-SNOOP-DOGGY-DOGG-2-OF-AMERIKAZ-MOST-WANTED.
24-BUSTA-RHYMES-PARTY-IS-GOIN-ON-OVER-HERE.
25-METHOD-MANREDMAN-DA-ROCKWILDER.
26-JAY-Z-AND-JERMAINE-DUPRI-MONEY-AIN-T-A-THANG.
27-BUSTA-RHYMES-TURN-IT-UP-REMIX-FIRE-IT-UP.
28-INI-KAMOZE-HERE-COMES-THE-HOTSTEPPER.
29-BOUNTY-KILLER-COCOA-BROVAZ-IT-S-A-PARTY.
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90 HIP HOP R&B; MIX VOLUME 2 . 20 MINUTES SAMPLE OF 20 SONGS, 1 HOUR MIX.
90'S HIP HOP R&B; VOL. 2 MIXTAPE
01-BOUNTY-KILLERTHE-FUGEES-HIP-HOPERA.
02-THE-FUGEES-READY-OR-NOT.
03-NAS-IF-I-RULED-THE-WORLD.
04-NAS-PUFF-DADDY-HATE-ME-NOW.
05-PUFF-DADDY-FT-NOTORIOUS-BIG-LIL-KIM-AND-THE-LOX-ITS-ALL-ABOUT-THE-BENJAMINS.
06-BLACK-ROB-WHOA.
07-BOUNTY-KILLER-NOT-ANOTHER-WORD.
08-CRAIG-MACK-FT-THE-NOTORIOUS-BIG-CRAIG-MACK-RAMPAGE-LL-COOL-J-AND-BUSTA-RHYMES-FLAVA-IN-YA-EAR.
09-BOUNTY-KILLER-FT-BUSTA-RHYMES-FT-JUNIOR-REID-CHANGE-LIKE-THE-WEATHER.mp3
10-THE-FUGEES-FU-GE-LA.
11-DR-DRE-FT-SNOOP-DOGG-STILL.
12-PUFF-DADDY-AND-MASE-CAN-T-NOBODY-HOLD-ME-DOWN.
13-MASE-FEAT-PUFF-DADDY-LOOKIN-AT-ME.
14-NOTORIOUS-B-I-G-HYPNOTIZE.
15-SNOOP-DOGG-GIN-AND-JUICE.
16-ICE-CUBE-WE-BE-CLUBBIN.
17-THE-LOX-MONEY-POWER-RESPECT.
18-LORD-TARIQ-AND-PETER-GUNZ-DEJA-VU.
19-DMX-GET-AT-ME-DOG.
20-DMX-RUFF-RYDERS-ANTHEM.
21-KRS-ONE-STEP-INTO-A-WORLD.
22-2PAC-UNTIL-THE-END-OF-TIME.
23-2PAC-FEAT-SNOOP-DOGGY-DOGG-2-OF-AMERIKAZ-MOST-WANTED.
24-BUSTA-RHYMES-PARTY-IS-GOIN-ON-OVER-HERE.
25-METHOD-MANREDMAN-DA-ROCKWILDER.
26-JAY-Z-AND-JERMAINE-DUPRI-MONEY-AIN-T-A-THANG.
27-BUSTA-RHYMES-TURN-IT-UP-REMIX-FIRE-IT-UP.
28-INI-KAMOZE-HERE-COMES-THE-HOTSTEPPER.
29-BOUNTY-KILLER-COCOA-BROVAZ-IT-S-A-PARTY.
- published: 17 Dec 2013
- views: 110
Metro Last Light - Part 8 | Red-fugees
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 26:13
- Updated: 16 Jun 2013
Oh man! I just keep coming up with some good titles. First it was all train vehicle now it Red-fugees. Get it? Like refugee but they are escaping from the re...
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Oh man! I just keep coming up with some good titles. First it was all train vehicle now it Red-fugees. Get it? Like refugee but they are escaping from the re...
- published: 16 Jun 2013
- views: 1
- author: IVIaassive
Lauryn Hill - Live At The 2011 Rock The Bells Festival In NYC
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 27:58
- Updated: 10 Aug 2013
Lauryn Hill performs classics from her debut solo album "The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill" including "To Zion", "Doo Wop (That Thing)", "Final Hour", "I Used ...
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Lauryn Hill performs classics from her debut solo album "The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill" including "To Zion", "Doo Wop (That Thing)", "Final Hour", "I Used ...
- published: 17 Oct 2011
- views: 81829
- author: Panik Vision
Rhyme And Reason (Full Movie)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 88:57
- Updated: 19 Aug 2013
Rhyme & Reason is a 1997 documentary film about rap and hip hop. The filmmaker interviewed over 80 significant artists in rap and hip hop music. Rappers, suc...
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Rhyme & Reason is a 1997 documentary film about rap and hip hop. The filmmaker interviewed over 80 significant artists in rap and hip hop music. Rappers, suc...
- published: 15 Jun 2013
- views: 4683
- author: Dimituuuur
Dave Chappelle's Block Party 2006)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 109:56
- Updated: 02 Sep 2013
http://wn.com/Dave_Chappelle's_Block_Party_2006
- published: 02 Sep 2013
- views: 392
Hip Hop LIVE At The BBC: Feat. Jay-Z...Eminem..Dr. Dre..The Roots...Fugees...Rakim..and MORE!!
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 59:30
- Updated: 09 Mar 2014
Hip hop through the decades from the BBC archives, including the Sugarhill Gang in 1979, Run DMC, LL Cool J and Eric B & Rakim in the 80s, Ice T, Monie Love, Fugees and the Roots in the 90s and concluding with Dr Dre & Eminem, Dizzee Rascal and Jay-Z.
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Hip hop through the decades from the BBC archives, including the Sugarhill Gang in 1979, Run DMC, LL Cool J and Eric B & Rakim in the 80s, Ice T, Monie Love, Fugees and the Roots in the 90s and concluding with Dr Dre & Eminem, Dizzee Rascal and Jay-Z.
- published: 09 Mar 2014
- views: 10
THE BEST Mix RAP US oldies (Coolio, Dr Dre, Eminem, Craig David, Fugees..)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 78:53
- Updated: 19 Mar 2014
Photography : http://www.stephanefallet.com
Artist'mix : Craig david, Xzibit, Mary J Blige, Dr Dre, Nelly, Lil Bow Wow, Snoop Dogg, Puff Daddy, Eminem,
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Artist'mix : Craig david, Xzibit, Mary J Blige, Dr Dre, Nelly, Lil Bow Wow, Snoop Dogg, Puff Daddy, Eminem,
- published: 19 Mar 2014
- views: 39
Ms. Lauryn Hill
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 27:53
- Updated: 12 Aug 2013
Performing July 4, 2012 in Philadelphia at "WaWa Welcome America" concert organized by The Roots! ~The Whole Performance~ Set List: Lost One Ex-Factor Ready ...
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Performing July 4, 2012 in Philadelphia at "WaWa Welcome America" concert organized by The Roots! ~The Whole Performance~ Set List: Lost One Ex-Factor Ready ...
- published: 05 Jul 2012
- views: 295145
- author: dazonne26
What It Is: Vol. 47 | Paris Hilton, Amanda Bynes, Lindsay Lohan, The Fugees, TV Season Premieres
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 26:39
- Updated: 13 Jun 2013
http://www.twitter.com/AshleyShyMiller http://www.facebook.com/AshleyShyMiller INSTAGRAM: ashleyshymiller.
http://wn.com/What_It_Is_Vol_47_|_Paris_Hilton,_Amanda_Bynes,_Lindsay_Lohan,_The_Fugees,_TV_Season_Premieres
http://www.twitter.com/AshleyShyMiller http://www.facebook.com/AshleyShyMiller INSTAGRAM: ashleyshymiller.
- published: 23 Sep 2012
- views: 2506
- author: AshleyMiller1987
Send this Playlist by SMS
Email this Page
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The Fugees October.8.1996 Interview
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 6:15
- Updated: 23 Jun 2013
Fugees (pronounced /ˈfuːdʒiːz/) were a Haitian American hip hop group who rose to fame in the mid-1990s. Their repertoire included elements of hip hop, soul ...
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Fugees (pronounced /ˈfuːdʒiːz/) were a Haitian American hip hop group who rose to fame in the mid-1990s. Their repertoire included elements of hip hop, soul ...
- published: 01 Sep 2012
- views: 3860
- author: egoggles
RE Classics Fugees Interview
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:39
- Updated: 30 Jul 2013
In 1996 the Legendary group sat down with RETV to discuss their amazing success and humble beginnings.
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In 1996 the Legendary group sat down with RETV to discuss their amazing success and humble beginnings.
- published: 25 Apr 2012
- views: 23338
- author: Rap Entertainment Television
The Fugees Bootleg Movie - PT 1
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 6:54
- Updated: 24 Jun 2013
The greatest hip hop band The Fugees bootleg movie. Interview with rare concert footage from 1996.
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The greatest hip hop band The Fugees bootleg movie. Interview with rare concert footage from 1996.
- published: 15 Nov 2007
- views: 39964
- author: Sengunonline
fugees interview 1996
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:01
- Updated: 07 Jul 2013
Fugees interview in 1996.
http://wn.com/fugees_interview_1996
FUGEES INTERVIEW
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:42
- Updated: 22 Jul 2013
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weZCcPcvrnc.
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Exclusive video: Pras Reveals Why The Fugees Broke Up: Part
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:43
- Updated: 06 Aug 2013
The rapper now tells Us why a 2005 reunion was ill-fated due to a Shakira song!
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The rapper now tells Us why a 2005 reunion was ill-fated due to a Shakira song!
- published: 02 Nov 2010
- views: 14986
- author: UsWeekly
The Fugees-Interviews & videos on Lornas Corner-Part-1
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:46
- Updated: 20 Jul 2013
The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf" Live Video.
http://wn.com/The_Fugees-Interviews_videos_on_Lornas_Corner-Part-1
The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf" Live Video.
- published: 03 Jan 2008
- views: 14931
- author: lornascorner
Fugees presenting Yo! MTV Raps
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:48
- Updated: 12 Jul 2013
http://www.twittybadges.co.uk.
http://wn.com/Fugees_presenting_Yo!_MTV_Raps
The Fugees-Interviews & videos on Lornas Corner-Part-2
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 7:16
- Updated: 01 Aug 2013
The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf" Live Video.
http://wn.com/The_Fugees-Interviews_videos_on_Lornas_Corner-Part-2
The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf" Live Video.
- published: 03 Jan 2008
- views: 11476
- author: lornascorner
The Fugees-Interviews & videos on Lornas Corner-Part-3
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 7:03
- Updated: 20 Jul 2013
The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf" Live Video.
http://wn.com/The_Fugees-Interviews_videos_on_Lornas_Corner-Part-3
The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf" Live Video.
- published: 04 Jan 2008
- views: 9081
- author: lornascorner
Fugees interview 1994 part 1
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:05
- Updated: 20 Mar 2013
Part one of a 1994 interview with the fugees.
http://wn.com/Fugees_interview_1994_part_1
Fugees short interview bad quality
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 1:03
- Updated: 03 Jan 2011
sorry for the quality and the german translation.
http://wn.com/Fugees_short_interview_bad_quality
sorry for the quality and the german translation.
- published: 19 Oct 2009
- views: 1072
- author: SoulSistaSDW
Fugees on Today Show (part 1)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 8:36
- Updated: 04 Aug 2013
Fugees on Today with Tiki Barber.
http://wn.com/Fugees_on_Today_Show_part_1
Ex-Fugees, Lauryn Hill Escapes the Matrix (IRS) _ April 26, 2013
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:33
- Updated: 09 Aug 2013
Ex-Fugees, Lauryn Hill faces jail time for tax evasion. She has two weeks to pay half a million dollars in overdue taxes. She has already paid $50000 of wha...
http://wn.com/Ex-Fugees,_Lauryn_Hill_Escapes_the_Matrix_IRS_April_26,_2013
Ex-Fugees, Lauryn Hill faces jail time for tax evasion. She has two weeks to pay half a million dollars in overdue taxes. She has already paid $50000 of wha...
- published: 27 Apr 2013
- views: 3090
- author: omniplexfilm
Wyclef Jean admits love for Lauryn Hill blame for Fugees breakup
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:16
- Updated: 12 Aug 2013
Wyclef Jean stopped by Big Boy's Neighborhood of Power 106 FM to discuss the birth of The Fugees, his forbidden love for Lauryn Hill that disbanded the group...
http://wn.com/Wyclef_Jean_admits_love_for_Lauryn_Hill_blame_for_Fugees_breakup
Wyclef Jean stopped by Big Boy's Neighborhood of Power 106 FM to discuss the birth of The Fugees, his forbidden love for Lauryn Hill that disbanded the group...
- published: 27 Dec 2012
- views: 13328
- author: Power106lavideos
The Fugees Perform "Nappy Heads" Live At The Apollo
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:30
- Updated: 02 Aug 2013
Here's some classic material: The Fugees Perform "Nappy Heads" Live At The Apollo, off the classic debut album Blunted on Reality.
http://wn.com/The_Fugees_Perform_Nappy_Heads_Live_At_The_Apollo
Here's some classic material: The Fugees Perform "Nappy Heads" Live At The Apollo, off the classic debut album Blunted on Reality.
- published: 15 Jun 2009
- views: 25887
- author: CoalMineMusic
FUGEES on CNN
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:25
- Updated: 29 Jul 2013
sports profile of Fugees on CNN.
http://wn.com/FUGEES_on_CNN
Pras Talks Possible Fugees Reunion & Being Homeless In His Documentary
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 6:27
- Updated: 26 Jul 2013
Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Pras. He talks about what is going on with him now, talks about not wanting Wyclef to be Haiti's President...
http://wn.com/Pras_Talks_Possible_Fugees_Reunion_Being_Homeless_In_His_Documentary
Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Pras. He talks about what is going on with him now, talks about not wanting Wyclef to be Haiti's President...
- published: 11 Nov 2011
- views: 13878
- author: Thisis50Interviews
THE FUGEES NEW ZEALAND INTERVIEW
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:07
- Updated: 20 Feb 2014
http://wn.com/THE_FUGEES_NEW_ZEALAND_INTERVIEW
- published: 20 Feb 2014
- views: 0
The Fugees : ? & Wyclef Jean : We trying to stay alive (NPA live - Cannes festival, 13.05.1997)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:43
- Updated: 11 May 2013
The Fugees : ?, & Wyclef Jean : We trying to stay alive (NPA live - Cannes festival, 13.05.1997)
http://wn.com/The_Fugees_?_Wyclef_Jean_We_trying_to_stay_alive_NPA_live_Cannes_festival,_13051997
The Fugees : ?, & Wyclef Jean : We trying to stay alive (NPA live - Cannes festival, 13.05.1997)
- published: 12 Jan 2010
- views: 33519
- author: Salvador Swift
The Fugees : Ready or not (Smokin' Grooves Tour 1996)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:27
- Updated: 02 Apr 2013
The Fugees : Ready or not live (Smokin' Grooves Tour 1996, part. 1/2) part. 2/2 : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzHqWhFet4k.
http://wn.com/The_Fugees_Ready_or_not_Smokin'_Grooves_Tour_1996
The Fugees : Ready or not live (Smokin' Grooves Tour 1996, part. 1/2) part. 2/2 : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzHqWhFet4k.
- published: 21 Jan 2010
- views: 5644
- author: Salvador Swift
The Fugees - Temple
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:06
- Updated: 10 Aug 2013
y'all remember The Fugees?...they were dope...this is a song of their first album in 1994 "Blunted on reality" Lyrics: Delivered straight from the temple Hip...
http://wn.com/The_Fugees_Temple
y'all remember The Fugees?...they were dope...this is a song of their first album in 1994 "Blunted on reality" Lyrics: Delivered straight from the temple Hip...
- published: 09 Feb 2008
- views: 155343
- author: rightful8912
Wyclef Jean: Birth of Fugees & first meeting Lauryn Hill
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:23
- Updated: 18 Jun 2013
Wyclef Jean stopped by Big Boy's Neighborhood of Power 106 FM to discuss the birth of The Fugees, his forbidden love for Lauryn Hill that disbanded the group...
http://wn.com/Wyclef_Jean_Birth_of_Fugees_first_meeting_Lauryn_Hill
Wyclef Jean stopped by Big Boy's Neighborhood of Power 106 FM to discuss the birth of The Fugees, his forbidden love for Lauryn Hill that disbanded the group...
- published: 27 Dec 2012
- views: 3892
- author: Power106lavideos
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The Fugees Live! December.25.1995 The Ark in Brooklyn,New York
Fugees (pronounced /ˈfuːdʒiːz/) were a Haitian American hip hop group who rose to fame in ...
published: 18 Jul 2011
author: egoggles
The Fugees Live! December.25.1995 The Ark in Brooklyn,New York
The Fugees Live! December.25.1995 The Ark in Brooklyn,New York
Fugees (pronounced /ˈfuːdʒiːz/) were a Haitian American hip hop group who rose to fame in the mid-1990s. Their repertoire included elements of hip hop, soul ...- published: 18 Jul 2011
- views: 38958
- author: egoggles
3:59
Fugees murder the Apollo live 1996 How many mics Hip-Hop WOW
Be sure to watch in high quality. The Fugees rip the stage in 1996 live @ the Apollo, this...
published: 18 Oct 2008
author: MERKIN187
Fugees murder the Apollo live 1996 How many mics Hip-Hop WOW
Fugees murder the Apollo live 1996 How many mics Hip-Hop WOW
Be sure to watch in high quality. The Fugees rip the stage in 1996 live @ the Apollo, this is classic hip-hop! Best footage of it on Youtube.- published: 18 Oct 2008
- views: 249381
- author: MERKIN187
5:30
The Fugees Live - Fu La La La
The Fugees....
published: 10 Aug 2008
author: Wreekhavoc
The Fugees Live - Fu La La La
3:30
The Fugees, Tribe Called Quest, Busta Rhymes - "Rumble In The Jungle" (Live) 1996
...
published: 11 Dec 2012
author: KlassicThrowbackTV
The Fugees, Tribe Called Quest, Busta Rhymes - "Rumble In The Jungle" (Live) 1996
The Fugees, Tribe Called Quest, Busta Rhymes - "Rumble In The Jungle" (Live) 1996
- published: 11 Dec 2012
- views: 6640
- author: KlassicThrowbackTV
9:06
The Fugees - Live @ MTV 1996 (HQ)
The Fugees Live @ MTV 1996 1. Ready or Not 2. Fu-Gee-La Don't forget to watch in high qual...
published: 08 Jan 2009
author: eMCeeHead
The Fugees - Live @ MTV 1996 (HQ)
The Fugees - Live @ MTV 1996 (HQ)
The Fugees Live @ MTV 1996 1. Ready or Not 2. Fu-Gee-La Don't forget to watch in high quality.- published: 08 Jan 2009
- views: 121583
- author: eMCeeHead
8:00
The Fugees Nappy Heads Monalisa & Killing Me Softly Wih his song Live Brooklyn 2004 Spanish SUB
Extracto del "Block Party" de Dave Chapelle. The Fugees....
published: 21 Oct 2009
author: kehjo
The Fugees Nappy Heads Monalisa & Killing Me Softly Wih his song Live Brooklyn 2004 Spanish SUB
The Fugees Nappy Heads Monalisa & Killing Me Softly Wih his song Live Brooklyn 2004 Spanish SUB
Extracto del "Block Party" de Dave Chapelle. The Fugees.- published: 21 Oct 2009
- views: 4074
- author: kehjo
6:21
Fugees & Nas Fugee-La/Ready Or Not/If I Ruled The World Live
I Can't remember what award show this was from....i believe the Grammys....
published: 27 Jan 2010
author: The Visiting
Fugees & Nas Fugee-La/Ready Or Not/If I Ruled The World Live
Fugees & Nas Fugee-La/Ready Or Not/If I Ruled The World Live
I Can't remember what award show this was from....i believe the Grammys.- published: 27 Jan 2010
- views: 127328
- author: The Visiting
4:44
Fugees - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Later With Jools Holland)
Fugees - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Later With Jools Holland) Jun 1996....
published: 28 Jan 2008
author: tokodomo
Fugees - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Later With Jools Holland)
Fugees - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Later With Jools Holland)
Fugees - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Later With Jools Holland) Jun 1996.- published: 28 Jan 2008
- views: 458103
- author: tokodomo
3:43
[HD] Fugees - How Many Mics & Freestyle (Live At The Apollo 1996)
The Fugees Perform Live at The Apollo 1996 || The Crowd goes CRAZY!!!...
published: 01 Sep 2012
author: Prayerhillstv
[HD] Fugees - How Many Mics & Freestyle (Live At The Apollo 1996)
[HD] Fugees - How Many Mics & Freestyle (Live At The Apollo 1996)
The Fugees Perform Live at The Apollo 1996 || The Crowd goes CRAZY!!!- published: 01 Sep 2012
- views: 6885
- author: Prayerhillstv
3:10
The Fugees-KIlling Me Softly(Live)
One of the best groups ever...and the best remake of a song I have ever heard..The Fugees ...
published: 27 Oct 2008
author: overthetopkid
The Fugees-KIlling Me Softly(Live)
The Fugees-KIlling Me Softly(Live)
One of the best groups ever...and the best remake of a song I have ever heard..The Fugees at their best...When is lauryn Hill making a comeback?- published: 27 Oct 2008
- views: 1615409
- author: overthetopkid
4:36
The Fugees - No Woman No Cry
Music video by The Fugees performing No Woman No Cry. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainmen...
published: 15 Mar 2014
The Fugees - No Woman No Cry
The Fugees - No Woman No Cry
Music video by The Fugees performing No Woman No Cry. (C) 1996 Sony BMG Music Entertainment- published: 15 Mar 2014
- views: 3597
4:27
Fugees - Fu Gee La
The Fugees perform Fu Gee La on Later.. with Jools Holland, Later Hip Hop Soul. London, En...
published: 08 Nov 2008
author: 808sandheartbreak1
Fugees - Fu Gee La
Fugees - Fu Gee La
The Fugees perform Fu Gee La on Later.. with Jools Holland, Later Hip Hop Soul. London, England.- published: 08 Nov 2008
- views: 313802
- author: 808sandheartbreak1
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Fugees - ready or not (another beat rmx)
published: 12 May 2010
author: Wildzen
Fugees - ready or not (another beat rmx)
78:08
The Fugees The Score
The Fugees The Score Full LP
1hr 18mins...
published: 24 Mar 2011
author: PinkyTheIndustriesHeadMistress
The Fugees The Score
The Fugees The Score Full LP
1hr 18mins
2:11
The Fugees - European Tour
Filmed while on tour with the Fugees, late 2005.
Black & white super 8mm film.
Concept, ...
published: 02 Apr 2009
author: Gandja Monteiro
The Fugees - European Tour
Filmed while on tour with the Fugees, late 2005.
Black & white super 8mm film.
Concept, shot & edited by Gandja Monteiro
1:00
Fine Times
edited by Jordan Macdonald of footyfiend.com...
published: 25 Aug 2010
author: jake fine
Fine Times
edited by Jordan Macdonald of footyfiend.com
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The Fugees live- Brooklyn, NYC 1995; Wyclef battles Lauryn
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published: 14 Jun 2013
author: 1heartsman
The Fugees live- Brooklyn, NYC 1995; Wyclef battles Lauryn
The Fugees live- Brooklyn, NYC 1995; Wyclef battles Lauryn
- published: 14 Jun 2013
- views: 47
- author: 1heartsman
4:41
Fugees Vocab Live On MTV
YO! MTV Raps Live....
published: 01 Jul 2011
author: mamukakhubulava
Fugees Vocab Live On MTV
Fugees Vocab Live On MTV
YO! MTV Raps Live.- published: 01 Jul 2011
- views: 7981
- author: mamukakhubulava
7:10
Fugees - No Woman no cry / Fu-Gee-La (live)
Visite http://www.pacjay.com ou http://www.pacjay.hd1.com.br/...
published: 28 Dec 2008
author: Jorge Sousa
Fugees - No Woman no cry / Fu-Gee-La (live)
Fugees - No Woman no cry / Fu-Gee-La (live)
Visite http://www.pacjay.com ou http://www.pacjay.hd1.com.br/- published: 28 Dec 2008
- views: 144618
- author: Jorge Sousa
4:20
Fugees & Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly (Movie Awards)
Fugees & Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Movie Awards 1996)...
published: 29 Jan 2008
author: tokodomo
Fugees & Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly (Movie Awards)
Fugees & Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly (Movie Awards)
Fugees & Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly (Live @ Movie Awards 1996)- published: 29 Jan 2008
- views: 1380168
- author: tokodomo
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Fugees - Blunted On Reality
01.Introduction 02.Nappy Heads 03.Blunted Interlude 04.Recharge 05.Freestyle Interlude 06....
published: 23 Mar 2013
author: BigJuggsOnly
Fugees - Blunted On Reality
Fugees - Blunted On Reality
01.Introduction 02.Nappy Heads 03.Blunted Interlude 04.Recharge 05.Freestyle Interlude 06.Vocab 07.Special News Bulletin Interlude 08.Boof Baf 09.Temple 10.H...- published: 23 Mar 2013
- views: 3019
- author: BigJuggsOnly
34:40
The Fugees @ Radio Nova (Novamix)
Radio Nova - Paris - 19/01/1995 The Fugees (Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean, Pras Michel) - USA /...
published: 14 Dec 2012
author: ElectroBassDub
The Fugees @ Radio Nova (Novamix)
The Fugees @ Radio Nova (Novamix)
Radio Nova - Paris - 19/01/1995 The Fugees (Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean, Pras Michel) - USA / Haïti Big UP also for the DJ (Benoît) & the french rapper Dezé.- published: 14 Dec 2012
- views: 4360
- author: ElectroBassDub
46:34
The best of Lauryn hill - 2013
Part2/ 21. Ready For The Show [1:50] 22. Ready Or Not F. Biggie (J.Period Exclusive RMX) [...
published: 27 Mar 2013
author: Queen .Oldskool
The best of Lauryn hill - 2013
The best of Lauryn hill - 2013
Part2/ 21. Ready For The Show [1:50] 22. Ready Or Not F. Biggie (J.Period Exclusive RMX) [3:08] 23. Message Music (Interlude) [0:43] 24. Recognition F. Wycle...- published: 27 Mar 2013
- views: 153750
- author: Queen .Oldskool
27:40
The Fugees - The Score Album Review
...
published: 28 Feb 2013
author: GiveItAGradeTV
The Fugees - The Score Album Review
65:28
Outcasts United: The Story of The Fugees Soccer Team
Warren St. John and Luma Mufleh talk about St. John's book, Outcasts United: A Refugee Tea...
published: 14 Jan 2014
Outcasts United: The Story of The Fugees Soccer Team
Outcasts United: The Story of The Fugees Soccer Team
Warren St. John and Luma Mufleh talk about St. John's book, Outcasts United: A Refugee Team, an American Town. The book tells the story of a youth soccer team, The Fugees, made up of boys from families that have been relocated to the Atlanta suburb of Clarkston, GA, from war-torn countries around the world. Mufleh is the Jordanian-born coach of the team.- published: 14 Jan 2014
- views: 39
46:54
Hip Hop Village 96 - Fugees & Italian Golden Age Live
Hip Hop Village 1996 ripresa da noi, Fugees Live e i migliori gruppi Rap del periodo.....
published: 14 Jan 2014
Hip Hop Village 96 - Fugees & Italian Golden Age Live
Hip Hop Village 96 - Fugees & Italian Golden Age Live
Hip Hop Village 1996 ripresa da noi, Fugees Live e i migliori gruppi Rap del periodo..- published: 14 Jan 2014
- views: 46
25:51
sexy R&B; mix Throwback DJ RICK MIX , fugees.B.I.G and more
just mixing vinyls for fun, sharing .hard to find vinyls long play 12 inches dj ,records....
published: 21 Nov 2013
sexy R&B; mix Throwback DJ RICK MIX , fugees.B.I.G and more
sexy R&B; mix Throwback DJ RICK MIX , fugees.B.I.G and more
just mixing vinyls for fun, sharing .hard to find vinyls long play 12 inches dj ,records. enjoy for pleasure only. Fugees,Total,Faith,B.I.G female r&b; vocals throwback- published: 21 Nov 2013
- views: 141
34:20
Street Talk #3 .Ciara, Obama, New Normal, Fugees, Missy Elliott, Beyonce & More
...
published: 20 Sep 2012
Street Talk #3 .Ciara, Obama, New Normal, Fugees, Missy Elliott, Beyonce & More
Street Talk #3 .Ciara, Obama, New Normal, Fugees, Missy Elliott, Beyonce & More
- published: 20 Sep 2012
- views: 764
79:31
Old School R&B; & Hip-Hop Mix Vol. 03
DOWNLOADS & MORE: http://www.facebook.com/deejay.alex.uk 0:00:08 - Fugees - Killing Me Sof...
published: 02 Dec 2012
author: dj alex
Old School R&B; & Hip-Hop Mix Vol. 03
Old School R&B; & Hip-Hop Mix Vol. 03
DOWNLOADS & MORE: http://www.facebook.com/deejay.alex.uk 0:00:08 - Fugees - Killing Me Softly 0:03:31 - Whitney Houston - My Love Is Your Love 0:05:54 - Bob ...- published: 02 Dec 2012
- views: 651741
- author: dj alex
56:36
FREESTYLE - FOLGE 20 - 90´S FLASHBACK (OFFICIAL VERSION AGGROTV) FUGEES / FETTES BROT
FREESTYLE - FOLGE 20 - 90´S FLASHBACK Diese Woche zu Gast: FETTES BROT (Erstausstahlung 05...
published: 24 Jul 2013
author: aggroTV
FREESTYLE - FOLGE 20 - 90´S FLASHBACK (OFFICIAL VERSION AGGROTV) FUGEES / FETTES BROT
FREESTYLE - FOLGE 20 - 90´S FLASHBACK (OFFICIAL VERSION AGGROTV) FUGEES / FETTES BROT
FREESTYLE - FOLGE 20 - 90´S FLASHBACK Diese Woche zu Gast: FETTES BROT (Erstausstahlung 05.05.1994) Videos: 00:43 Domino - Ghetto Jam 05:24 Leaders Of The Ne...- published: 24 Jul 2013
- views: 189
- author: aggroTV
20:30
Old School Mix (R&B;, Disco, Pop & Soul) 90's Hip Hop R&b; Mix # 2
Buy Full Tracked Download : https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted;_but...
published: 17 Dec 2013
Old School Mix (R&B;, Disco, Pop & Soul) 90's Hip Hop R&b; Mix # 2
Old School Mix (R&B;, Disco, Pop & Soul) 90's Hip Hop R&b; Mix # 2
Buy Full Tracked Download : https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted;_button_id=7TLFQAYX6WVYE 90 HIP HOP R&B; MIX VOLUME 2 . 20 MINUTES SAMPLE OF 20 SONGS, 1 HOUR MIX. 90'S HIP HOP R&B; VOL. 2 MIXTAPE 01-BOUNTY-KILLERTHE-FUGEES-HIP-HOPERA. 02-THE-FUGEES-READY-OR-NOT. 03-NAS-IF-I-RULED-THE-WORLD. 04-NAS-PUFF-DADDY-HATE-ME-NOW. 05-PUFF-DADDY-FT-NOTORIOUS-BIG-LIL-KIM-AND-THE-LOX-ITS-ALL-ABOUT-THE-BENJAMINS. 06-BLACK-ROB-WHOA. 07-BOUNTY-KILLER-NOT-ANOTHER-WORD. 08-CRAIG-MACK-FT-THE-NOTORIOUS-BIG-CRAIG-MACK-RAMPAGE-LL-COOL-J-AND-BUSTA-RHYMES-FLAVA-IN-YA-EAR. 09-BOUNTY-KILLER-FT-BUSTA-RHYMES-FT-JUNIOR-REID-CHANGE-LIKE-THE-WEATHER.mp3 10-THE-FUGEES-FU-GE-LA. 11-DR-DRE-FT-SNOOP-DOGG-STILL. 12-PUFF-DADDY-AND-MASE-CAN-T-NOBODY-HOLD-ME-DOWN. 13-MASE-FEAT-PUFF-DADDY-LOOKIN-AT-ME. 14-NOTORIOUS-B-I-G-HYPNOTIZE. 15-SNOOP-DOGG-GIN-AND-JUICE. 16-ICE-CUBE-WE-BE-CLUBBIN. 17-THE-LOX-MONEY-POWER-RESPECT. 18-LORD-TARIQ-AND-PETER-GUNZ-DEJA-VU. 19-DMX-GET-AT-ME-DOG. 20-DMX-RUFF-RYDERS-ANTHEM. 21-KRS-ONE-STEP-INTO-A-WORLD. 22-2PAC-UNTIL-THE-END-OF-TIME. 23-2PAC-FEAT-SNOOP-DOGGY-DOGG-2-OF-AMERIKAZ-MOST-WANTED. 24-BUSTA-RHYMES-PARTY-IS-GOIN-ON-OVER-HERE. 25-METHOD-MANREDMAN-DA-ROCKWILDER. 26-JAY-Z-AND-JERMAINE-DUPRI-MONEY-AIN-T-A-THANG. 27-BUSTA-RHYMES-TURN-IT-UP-REMIX-FIRE-IT-UP. 28-INI-KAMOZE-HERE-COMES-THE-HOTSTEPPER. 29-BOUNTY-KILLER-COCOA-BROVAZ-IT-S-A-PARTY.- published: 17 Dec 2013
- views: 110
26:13
Metro Last Light - Part 8 | Red-fugees
Oh man! I just keep coming up with some good titles. First it was all train vehicle now it...
published: 16 Jun 2013
author: IVIaassive
Metro Last Light - Part 8 | Red-fugees
Metro Last Light - Part 8 | Red-fugees
Oh man! I just keep coming up with some good titles. First it was all train vehicle now it Red-fugees. Get it? Like refugee but they are escaping from the re...- published: 16 Jun 2013
- views: 1
- author: IVIaassive
27:58
Lauryn Hill - Live At The 2011 Rock The Bells Festival In NYC
Lauryn Hill performs classics from her debut solo album "The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill" ...
published: 17 Oct 2011
author: Panik Vision
Lauryn Hill - Live At The 2011 Rock The Bells Festival In NYC
Lauryn Hill - Live At The 2011 Rock The Bells Festival In NYC
Lauryn Hill performs classics from her debut solo album "The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill" including "To Zion", "Doo Wop (That Thing)", "Final Hour", "I Used ...- published: 17 Oct 2011
- views: 81829
- author: Panik Vision
88:57
Rhyme And Reason (Full Movie)
Rhyme & Reason is a 1997 documentary film about rap and hip hop. The filmmaker interviewed...
published: 15 Jun 2013
author: Dimituuuur
Rhyme And Reason (Full Movie)
Rhyme And Reason (Full Movie)
Rhyme & Reason is a 1997 documentary film about rap and hip hop. The filmmaker interviewed over 80 significant artists in rap and hip hop music. Rappers, suc...- published: 15 Jun 2013
- views: 4683
- author: Dimituuuur
Vimeo results:
2:09
Fugees - ready or not (another beat rmx)
published: 12 May 2010
author: Wildzen
Fugees - ready or not (another beat rmx)
78:08
The Fugees The Score
The Fugees The Score Full LP
1hr 18mins...
published: 24 Mar 2011
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The Fugees The Score
The Fugees The Score Full LP
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The Fugees - European Tour
Filmed while on tour with the Fugees, late 2005.
Black & white super 8mm film.
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published: 02 Apr 2009
author: Gandja Monteiro
The Fugees - European Tour
Filmed while on tour with the Fugees, late 2005.
Black & white super 8mm film.
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Fine Times
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published: 25 Aug 2010
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Hip Hop LIVE At The BBC: Feat. Jay-Z...Eminem..Dr. Dre..The Roots...Fugees...Rakim..and MORE!!
Hip hop through the decades from the BBC archives, including the Sugarhill Gang in 1979, R...
published: 09 Mar 2014
Hip Hop LIVE At The BBC: Feat. Jay-Z...Eminem..Dr. Dre..The Roots...Fugees...Rakim..and MORE!!
Hip Hop LIVE At The BBC: Feat. Jay-Z...Eminem..Dr. Dre..The Roots...Fugees...Rakim..and MORE!!
Hip hop through the decades from the BBC archives, including the Sugarhill Gang in 1979, Run DMC, LL Cool J and Eric B & Rakim in the 80s, Ice T, Monie Love, Fugees and the Roots in the 90s and concluding with Dr Dre & Eminem, Dizzee Rascal and Jay-Z.- published: 09 Mar 2014
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THE BEST Mix RAP US oldies (Coolio, Dr Dre, Eminem, Craig David, Fugees..)
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THE BEST Mix RAP US oldies (Coolio, Dr Dre, Eminem, Craig David, Fugees..)
THE BEST Mix RAP US oldies (Coolio, Dr Dre, Eminem, Craig David, Fugees..)
Photography : http://www.stephanefallet.com Artist'mix : Craig david, Xzibit, Mary J Blige, Dr Dre, Nelly, Lil Bow Wow, Snoop Dogg, Puff Daddy, Eminem,- published: 19 Mar 2014
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Ms. Lauryn Hill
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Ms. Lauryn Hill
Ms. Lauryn Hill
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The Fugees October.8.1996 Interview
Fugees (pronounced /ˈfuːdʒiːz/) were a Haitian American hip hop group who rose to fame in ...
published: 01 Sep 2012
author: egoggles
The Fugees October.8.1996 Interview
The Fugees October.8.1996 Interview
Fugees (pronounced /ˈfuːdʒiːz/) were a Haitian American hip hop group who rose to fame in the mid-1990s. Their repertoire included elements of hip hop, soul ...- published: 01 Sep 2012
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RE Classics Fugees Interview
In 1996 the Legendary group sat down with RETV to discuss their amazing success and humble...
published: 25 Apr 2012
author: Rap Entertainment Television
RE Classics Fugees Interview
RE Classics Fugees Interview
In 1996 the Legendary group sat down with RETV to discuss their amazing success and humble beginnings.- published: 25 Apr 2012
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The Fugees Bootleg Movie - PT 1
The greatest hip hop band The Fugees bootleg movie. Interview with rare concert footage fr...
published: 15 Nov 2007
author: Sengunonline
The Fugees Bootleg Movie - PT 1
The Fugees Bootleg Movie - PT 1
The greatest hip hop band The Fugees bootleg movie. Interview with rare concert footage from 1996.- published: 15 Nov 2007
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FUGEES INTERVIEW
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published: 03 Mar 2010
author: KARIM74ify
FUGEES INTERVIEW
FUGEES INTERVIEW
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weZCcPcvrnc.- published: 03 Mar 2010
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Exclusive video: Pras Reveals Why The Fugees Broke Up: Part
The rapper now tells Us why a 2005 reunion was ill-fated due to a Shakira song!...
published: 02 Nov 2010
author: UsWeekly
Exclusive video: Pras Reveals Why The Fugees Broke Up: Part
Exclusive video: Pras Reveals Why The Fugees Broke Up: Part
The rapper now tells Us why a 2005 reunion was ill-fated due to a Shakira song!- published: 02 Nov 2010
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The Fugees-Interviews & videos on Lornas Corner-Part-1
The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf...
published: 03 Jan 2008
author: lornascorner
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The Fugees-Interviews & videos on Lornas Corner-Part-1
The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf" Live Video.- published: 03 Jan 2008
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The Fugees-Interviews & videos on Lornas Corner-Part-2
The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf...
published: 03 Jan 2008
author: lornascorner
The Fugees-Interviews & videos on Lornas Corner-Part-2
The Fugees-Interviews & videos on Lornas Corner-Part-2
The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf" Live Video.- published: 03 Jan 2008
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The Fugees-Interviews & videos on Lornas Corner-Part-3
The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf...
published: 04 Jan 2008
author: lornascorner
The Fugees-Interviews & videos on Lornas Corner-Part-3
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The Fugees - Wyclef, Pras & Lauryn Hill live on Lornas Corner 1990s. Video "Vocab Boof Baf" Live Video.- published: 04 Jan 2008
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Fugees short interview bad quality
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published: 19 Oct 2009
author: SoulSistaSDW
Fugees short interview bad quality
Fugees short interview bad quality
sorry for the quality and the german translation.- published: 19 Oct 2009
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Fugees on Today Show (part 1)
Fugees on Today with Tiki Barber....
published: 14 Sep 2007
author: lumamufleh
Fugees on Today Show (part 1)
Fugees on Today Show (part 1)
Fugees on Today with Tiki Barber.- published: 14 Sep 2007
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Ex-Fugees, Lauryn Hill Escapes the Matrix (IRS) _ April 26, 2013
Ex-Fugees, Lauryn Hill faces jail time for tax evasion. She has two weeks to pay half a mi...
published: 27 Apr 2013
author: omniplexfilm
Ex-Fugees, Lauryn Hill Escapes the Matrix (IRS) _ April 26, 2013
Ex-Fugees, Lauryn Hill Escapes the Matrix (IRS) _ April 26, 2013
Ex-Fugees, Lauryn Hill faces jail time for tax evasion. She has two weeks to pay half a million dollars in overdue taxes. She has already paid $50000 of wha...- published: 27 Apr 2013
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Fugees - ready or not (another beat rmx)
published: 12 May 2010
author: Wildzen
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The Fugees The Score
The Fugees The Score Full LP
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published: 24 Mar 2011
author: PinkyTheIndustriesHeadMistress
The Fugees The Score
The Fugees The Score Full LP
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The Fugees - European Tour
Filmed while on tour with the Fugees, late 2005.
Black & white super 8mm film.
Concept, ...
published: 02 Apr 2009
author: Gandja Monteiro
The Fugees - European Tour
Filmed while on tour with the Fugees, late 2005.
Black & white super 8mm film.
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Fine Times
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published: 25 Aug 2010
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Wyclef Jean admits love for Lauryn Hill blame for Fugees breakup
Wyclef Jean stopped by Big Boy's Neighborhood of Power 106 FM to discuss the birth of The ...
published: 27 Dec 2012
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Wyclef Jean admits love for Lauryn Hill blame for Fugees breakup
Wyclef Jean admits love for Lauryn Hill blame for Fugees breakup
Wyclef Jean stopped by Big Boy's Neighborhood of Power 106 FM to discuss the birth of The Fugees, his forbidden love for Lauryn Hill that disbanded the group...- published: 27 Dec 2012
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The Fugees Perform "Nappy Heads" Live At The Apollo
Here's some classic material: The Fugees Perform "Nappy Heads" Live At The Apollo, off the...
published: 15 Jun 2009
author: CoalMineMusic
The Fugees Perform "Nappy Heads" Live At The Apollo
The Fugees Perform "Nappy Heads" Live At The Apollo
Here's some classic material: The Fugees Perform "Nappy Heads" Live At The Apollo, off the classic debut album Blunted on Reality.- published: 15 Jun 2009
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FUGEES on CNN
sports profile of Fugees on CNN....
published: 25 May 2007
author: lumamufleh
FUGEES on CNN
FUGEES on CNN
sports profile of Fugees on CNN.- published: 25 May 2007
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Pras Talks Possible Fugees Reunion & Being Homeless In His Documentary
Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Pras. He talks about what is going on w...
published: 11 Nov 2011
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Pras Talks Possible Fugees Reunion & Being Homeless In His Documentary
Pras Talks Possible Fugees Reunion & Being Homeless In His Documentary
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15 Apr 2014
US President Barack Obama has urged his Russian counterpart Vladimir Putin to use his influence to make separatists in eastern Ukraine stand down. The phone call between the two leaders came as pro-Russian activists continued to occupy buildings in eastern towns. For his part, Mr Putin rejected accusations of Russian interference, calling the reports "unreliable" ... 'Grave concern' ... Rebels appeal to Putin ... ....(size: 4.0Kb)
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WASHINGTON — Syria's opposition fighters have been supplied with U.S.-made anti-tank missiles, the first time a major American weapons system has appeared in rebel hands. It is unclear how the rebels obtained the wire-guided missiles, which are capable of penetrating heavy armor and fortifications and are standard in the U.S. military arsenal ... Both countries aid Syrian opposition groups. U.S ... leadership ... . ....(size: 4.7Kb)
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Zlatica Hoke. WASHINGTON — South Korea continues desperate efforts to save some 300 people still missing a day after a ferry carrying about 470 passengers sank off the country's southwestern coast. Most of the passengers were high school students and their teachers on an excursion. At least six people have been confirmed dead so far, and about 180 have been plucked from the sunken vessel or the waters around it. A U.S ... ... ....(size: 2.9Kb)
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16 Apr 2014
Janelle Monáe was inspired to create her own path by Lauryn Hill. The legendary Fugees singer's 1998 album The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill had a lasting impact on American songstress Janelle, and she even credits it with helping her to realise her own ambitions to become singer. "Lauryn is innovative ... She created something that we had never tasted before....(size: 1.6Kb)
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Independent online (SA)
06 Apr 2014
Durban - Faced with voter resentment and a lack of publicity, political parties are wooing celebrities to bolster their chances at the polls ... He later joined the ANC ... He is now a member of the ANC. INDEPEDENT NEWSPAPERS ... In August 2010 Wyclef Jean, of US music group the Fugees, tried to run for political office in his native Haiti, only to be disqualified because he had not lived in the country for the five years preceding the election ... ....(size: 5.0Kb)
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The Charlotte Observer
03 Apr 2014
DENVER Organizers of Denver's annual April 20 marijuana festival on Wednesday announced that rapper B.o.B and singer Wyclef Jean will headline the event as they try to draw a big post-legalization crowd and shake the memory of last year's event, which was marred by a still-unsolved shooting ... Organizers have hired a professional event management firm ... Wyclef Jean, previously of The Fugees, will headline the first day ... ....(size: 3.1Kb)
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U~T San Diego
29 Mar 2014
Former Tijuana guitarist Carlos Santana will perform July 13 at the closing ceremony of the 2014 World Cup at Rio de Janeiro's Maracana Stadium. A Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee, Santana was a Kennedy Center honoree in December ... Together, they will perform the song "Dar um Jeito (We Will Find A Way)." ... Wyclef Jean, a native of Haiti, who rose to fame alongside Lauryn Hill as a member of The Fugees, said ... -. Comments ... Commenting Rules ... ....(size: 3.8Kb)
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Yahoo Daily News
29 Mar 2014
"Dar um Jeito (We Will Find A Way)," recorded at PRMD Studios in Stockholm , Will Be Performed at FIFA World Cup™ Closing Ceremony on July 13, 2014 ... More information to be announced soon about the official 2014 FIFA World Cup™Album ... Jean is a multi-Grammy Award winner, singer, distinguished songwriter and producer who has sold over 16 million albums as a founding member of the legendary hip-hop group the Fugees (and in the early 90's....(size: 10.4Kb)
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Mail Guardian South Africa
28 Mar 2014
"A piano has no feeling … human beings have the feelings," Hancock said in a video interview for the 1996 North Sea Jazz Festival while promoting his 40th album, The New Standard ... Dyer is a Hancock fan and admires the way he has broken down stifling musical pigeonholes, created movie scores and taken home dozens of awards ... It was produced by Salaam Remi, who has also produced for The Fugees, Amy Winehouse and Nas ... ....(size: 10.4Kb)
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Santana, Wyclef, Avicii & Alexandre Pires Selected For The Official Anthem Of The 2014 FIFA World Cup™ Entitled "Dar um Jeito (We Will Find A Way)"
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GQ Magazine
27 Mar 2014
PA Photos ... He plans to win voters with his anti-fracking policies and a promise to end both war and disease ... In the US, it's a road well travelled, with Sony Bono (as in "and Cher") being elected to Congress back in the Nineties, Martha Reeves (as in "and the Vandellas") having served on Detroit's City Council and the Fugees' Wycliff Jean (as in "One time!") once making a bid for the Haitian presidency ... Dave Rowntree ... David Van Day ... ....(size: 3.0Kb)
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27 Mar 2014
Jalen Rose and Terrell Owens are boys ... but the former NBA star thinks T.O. is straight up NUTS for thinking he can beat Michael Jordan in a game of one-on-one. As TMZ Sports first reported, T.O. talked all kinds of smack earlier this week ... saying he would destroy MJ on the court ... to the hole ... See also ... New Jersey Woman Awakens To Shirtless Stranger Standing By Bed Who Asks “Are You Ready For Me?” When The Fugees Checks Stop Coming In ... ....(size: 8.2Kb)
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Philadelphia Daily News
25 Mar 2014
0 comments. Travel Deals. $68* & up -- Nationwide Spring Fares into June, One Way. . See all travel deals ». Peter Dobrin, Inquirer Classical Music Critic. Posted. Tuesday, March 25, 2014, 1.08 AM ... In all five cello sonatas and three sets of variations on themes of Mozart and Handel, you would remember an idea exploited in a different way in a piano sonata, a late string quartet, the Grosse Fuge or Diabelli Variations ... 0 comments ... ....(size: 5.9Kb)
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Business First Bank Reorganization Positions the Bank to Take Advantage of Strategic Growth Opportunities, Enhance Service
Business Wire25 Mar 2014
“The Louisiana regions we serve present excellent opportunities for growth, either by deepening existing customer relationships and attracting new ones or by taking advantage of strategic expansion opportunities,” said Jude Melville, president and CEO ... Robertson retains his role as Lake Charles president and as regional CEO works with Andre Fuge, Lafayette president, and Philip Jordan, northwest Louisiana president ... 31, 2013 ... ....(size: 8.5Kb)
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The Dallas Morning News
24 Mar 2014
Surely every concertgoer occasionally has this experience. sitting in a concert expected to be thrilling, but remaining, well, less than thrilled. Maybe it’s the performance, or maybe it’s our biorhythms, or the barometric pressure, or the humidity, or sunspots or heaven knows what ... And yet ... As with the string-quartet Grosse Fuge, the sonata’s finale is a nearly maniacal inflation of polyphonic interplay ... Top Picks ... Food ... Joy's Jaunts....(size: 6.7Kb)
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Fugees (/ˈfuːdʒiːz/) were a Haitian American hip hop group who rose to fame in the mid-1990s. Their repertoire included elements of hip hop, soul and Caribbean music, particularly reggae. The members of the group were rapper/singer/producer Wyclef Jean, rapper/singer/producer Lauryn Hill, and rapper Pras Michel. Deriving their name from the term refugee, Jean and Pras are Haitian, while Hill is American. The group recorded two albums—one of which, The Score (1996), was a multi-platinum and Grammy-winning success—before disbanding in 1997. Hill and Jean each went on to successful solo recording careers; Michel focused on soundtrack recordings and acting, though he found commercial success with his song "Ghetto Supastar". In 2007, MTV ranked them the 9th greatest Hip-hop group of all time.
The trio formed in the early nineties, but changed direction and released their first hip-hop LP, Blunted on Reality, in 1994 under the guidance of Kool and the Gang's producer Ronald Bell. The album spawned two underground hits, "Nappy Heads (Mona Lisa)" and "Vocab", but gained little mainstream attention, despite earning plaudits for its artistic quality and innovative use of samples. The musical qualities of their first record would be rediscovered, after the release of their second album The Score which appeared in early 1996.
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Wyclef Jeanelle Jean (/ˈwaɪklɪf ˈʒɑːn/; Haitian Creole pronunciation: [wajklɛf ʒã]; born October 17, 1969) is a Haitian American musician, record producer, and politician. At age nine, Jean moved to the United States with his family and has spent much of his life in the country. He first received fame as a member of the acclaimed New Jersey hip hop group the Fugees.
On August 5, 2010, Jean filed for candidacy in the 2010 Haitian presidential election, although the Electoral Commission subsequently ruled him ineligible to stand as he had not met the requirement to have been resident in Haiti for five years.
Although his birth date was widely given as October 17, 1972, papers filed for his run as a candidate for the presidency of Haiti, disclosed that he was, in fact, born in 1969. Born in Croix-des-Bouquets, Haiti, the son of a Nazarene pastor, Wyclef moved with his family to Brooklyn, New York, when he was nine before moving again to northern New Jersey. Jean has cited reggae artist Bigga Haitian as one of his early influences, as well as neighborhood heroes MC Tiger Paw Raw and producer Lobster v. Crab. Jean graduated from Vailsburg High School in Newark, briefly attended Eastern Nazarene College in Massachusetts, and finished one semester at Five Towns College in New York. Jean has been a resident of Saddle River, South Orange, and North Caldwell, New Jersey. In 2009, Jean enrolled in the Berklee College of Music.
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A Tribe Called Quest is an American hip hop group, formed in 1985, and is composed of MC/producer Q-Tip, MC Phife Dawg aka Phife Diggy (Malik Taylor), and DJ/producer Ali Shaheed Muhammad. A fourth member, rapper Jarobi White, left the group after their first album but rejoined in 1991. Along with De La Soul, the group was a central part of the Native Tongues Posse, and enjoyed the most commercial success out of all the groups to emerge from that collective. Their innovative fusing of hip hop and jazz has had a lasting impact on hip hop music, helping to expand the art of hip hop production. Many of their songs, such as "Bonita Applebum", "Can I Kick It?", "I Left My Wallet in El Segundo", "Scenario", "Check the Rhime", "Jazz (We've Got)", "Award Tour" and "Electric Relaxation" are regarded as classics by the hip hop community.
They released five albums between 1990 and 1998. The first three LPs were highly acclaimed, but the group disbanded in 1998. In 2006, the group reunited and toured the U.S., and planned to release an album after some works in the studio. The group is regarded as iconic pioneers of alternative hip hop music, having helped to pave the way for innovative hip hop artists. John Bush of Allmusic called them "the most intelligent, artistic rap group during the 1990s," while the editors of About.com ranked them #4 on their list of the "25 Best Rap Groups of All Time." In 2005, A Tribe Called Quest received a Special Achievement Award at the Billboard R&B Hip-Hop Awards in Atlanta. In 2007, the group was formally honored at the 4th VH1 Hip Hop Honors.
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Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., (born May 20, 1972), better known by his stage name Busta Rhymes, is an American rapper, producer and actor. Chuck D of Public Enemy gave him the alias Busta Rhymes after NFL wide receiver George "Buster" Rhymes. Early in his career, he was known for his wild style and fashion, and today is best known for his intricate rapping technique, which involves rapping at a fast rate with lots of internal rhyme and half rhyme, and to date has received eleven Grammy nominations for his musical work. About.com included him on its list of the 50 Greatest MCs of Our Time (1987–2007), while Steve Huey of Allmusic called him one of the best and most prolific rappers of the '90s.
Busta was born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, New York, and grew up in Flatbush, Brooklyn, to Jamaican parents Geraldine Green and Trevor Smith, Sr. in 1972. Smith attended George Westinghouse Career and Technical Education High School, alongside Jay-Z, DMX and The Notorious B.I.G. He went to Uniondale High School on Long Island, graduating in 1990.
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- Vocab (Salaam's Remix) - Fugees
- Vocab - Fugees
- The Mask - Fugees
- Refugees On The Mic - Fugees
- Ready Or Not (Salaam's Ready For The Show Remix) - Fugees
- Red Intro - Fugees
- Nappy Heads - Fugees
- No Woman, No Cry (Remix With Steve Marley) - Fugees
- Killing Me Softly With His Song (Short Version Live) - Fugees
- Killing Me Softly With His Song - Fugees
- Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix, Sly And Robbie Remix) - Fugees
- Django Remix) - Fugees
- Bohemiam Rapsody - Fugees
- Be Yourself - Fugees
- Stand By Me - Fugees
- Killing Me Softly - Fugees
- Change Is Gonna Come - Fugees
- Zealots - Fugees
- The Score - Fugees
- The Beast - Fugees
- Recharge - Fugees
- Nappy Heads (Remix) - Fugees
- Living Like There Ain't No Tomorrow - Fugees
- Giggles - Fugees
- Boof Baf - Fugees
- Blunted On Reality (Blunted Interlude) - Fugees
- How Hard Is It? - Fugees
- Cowboys - Fugees
- How Many Mics - Fugees
- Fu-Gee-La - Fugees
- Vocab (LP Version) - Fugees
- Mista Mista - Fugees
- Family Business - Fugees
- Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes - Fugees
- Ready Or Not (Clark Kent / Django Remix) - Fugees
- No Woman No Cry - Fugees
- Ready Or Not - Fugees
- Manifest - Fugees
- Temple - Fugees
- Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix) - Fugees
- Killing Me Softly With His Song (Short Version Liv - Fugees
- Vocab (Hip-Hop Remix) * - Fugees
- Introduction - Fugees
- Fu-ge-la - Fugees
- Take It Easy - Fugees
- Some Seek Stardom - Fugees
- Rumble In The Jungle - Fugees
- Ohlalala - Fugees
- Livin Like There Ain't No Tomorrow - Fugees
- Bohemian Rhapsody - Fugees
- Blunted On Reality - Fugees
- Be Yourself (Easy As A-B-C) - Fugees
- A Change Is Gonna Come (live From Bbc-radio I) - Fugees
- 911 - Fugees
- Fugees - Fugees
- Harlem Chit Chat Interlude - Fugees
- Freestyle Interlude - Fugees
- Da Kid From Haiti Interlude - Fugees
- Blunted Interlude - Fugees
[Wyclef]
Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh...
[(Wyclef - Singing) {Wyclef in brackets} Lauryn Singing in parentheses]
Vocab, on your mind! {We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab)
Vocab, in your mind! {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab)
The Vocab we bring is Blunted On Reality! {We used to rock the mics in the
park!}
(Vocab)
So kick back, relax, with a crew called Refugees {We used to rock the mic
after dark} (Vocab)
[Wyclef - Verse One]
Uh to my, people who pass
I pass gas, to light my incense
I do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulance
A simple stick-up, 'cause affects on the wrong lad
Wrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming back
Your hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty
Mom cry "misery"
Little Bill waits for the adversary
'Cause if it's my brother, I gotta get revenge
Action brings reaction, provoked by the street gem
That's when, oh help me, please Zsa Zsa
My niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver! (BLAOW!!)
Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!
If your shit is wack, don't turn your back, you'll get pussy-smacked!
I don't matter the year, tears for fears, I rule the world
And in my vision, the world is science fiction
Roxanne!!! You don't have to work for money no more!!!!
And...I'm not smiling at no fake M.C.'s
'Cause is it me, or do you work for the K.G.B. ?
A-Schiscka Bob, he drives a Dodge, he's a nobody
Nobody's a somebody
This nobody's a spy, kid
He's the rap trader, I'm the battle fulfiller
And if I was Magilla Gorilla, the mic's my Ban-ana
So Coca-Cabana, who Anna on my scanner?
My Grandma slam-a-any crews
Ban, or surrender, Anna!
Refugee Camp, grab him! Bag him!
Throw him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him!
[Chorus 1x] add "Vocab baby, vocab!" -Lauryn
[Prakazrel "Pras"]
Then cast off from here to Mexico!
You see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!
And when I rest my head it's on a peee-low!
B-D-B-D-B-D-B-B-D-B-BO!
You see the skills I manifest, is very thorough!
And if you don't believe me ask Freres Jacques, hunhh!
A-Freres Jacques! A-Freres Jacques! A dorme vous? A dorme vous?
Say our father, who art in Heaven
Forgive the foolish rapper
For he not know how which he be steppin'
Correctin'
Stopped and kept and, nuff respect to the D.J.
That be selecting, that type of record
Watch out now!!! When I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone if you feel you ain't a sinner
After eight stays, we resorted to rebell
I'm packin' up my Nine
To remedy my stale (?)
Ask your local mechanic, he'll tell you my esophagus is very profane!
I'm even locking Stephen King in his own ending!
God damn it! You got static?! Drop your automatic!!!
Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics!
All originale damn man is originale, oh! Bah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!
[Wyclef]
Ahh, look at the youths, sick of the violence
[Chorus 1x]
[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill]
The gorey got you hot 'cause you coop what you are!
But I've been rockin' mic's since the days of Babylon!
My pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin' was the scroll
I walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my control
You're swole 'cause you couldn't cross the burnin' sands
You never had no mercy when my people was in Egypt's land
Say, "Yes I can!" With the force of Elijah
Steppin' to you, they get irrigated like the Niger
So hide the cattle
Fugees come to battle
We'll take all your bounty, then we'll eat your vittles
I'm used to the type of poetics that mesmerize
I caught you checkin' with them Bette Davis eyes!
Surprise, surprise! You never knew a girl could stylize!
It's from the soul! I ain't freakin' with white lies
Yo, hey guys! Remember the summer of '92?
Battle after battle! Crew after crew!
So, hachoo! Fugees coming with a brand new style!
I'm rollin' with them hoodies from the H-A-I!
It takes awhile for them average niggas to get it
But once they understand they won't want to freak with this, see...
I'm like the phantom
That's flying like the bird
Doin' shit you never heard
Plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God!
I heard ya had it kinda hard
and you got your skin scarred when they was shootin' on the boulevard!
[Chorus 2x]
"Vocab, baby" 14x (Lauryn)
[Chorus]
You got the vocab
I got the vocab
You got the vocab
You know I got the vocab
You got the vocab
I got the vocab
Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em I got the gift o' gab
Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself. [x3]
Hey yo catch me when I'm sober, but now I drink for the belt.
So pass the root straight to the right hand side.
Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high.
I said it's big emergency mind your busy body
He hit me. I broke his nose. The referee's Mr Fuji.
So hey to the blue jay, mocking bird don't mock.
The last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot.
So Mr Rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am
He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make F.M.
Station. You're Haitian. You'll never get nowhere.
But I sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here.
So now when I back track
I back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back.
You think I'm cool I think you're cruel so here's a shell cap.
On your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped.
Ratatatat.
[Chorus]
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope (?) [x3]
Boat people here we go Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho Yeah
Some quest for the truth, some bust a loop.
And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods.
And if I should a choose to be one
Then I will be a ?? hoodin' with books and look to kill.
My proof is in my puddin'
If I chill in the hood would you be say that I'm hoodin'?
Now. Let me exercise a new style that will brutalise
MCs into a warpath genocide.
Nobody move, nobody get hurt. It's a homocide
So jump jump punks ready to get stuck.
Evil Kenevil was my man, someone for the stunts.
I'm mostly fillies, I'm just straight up front, ha.
Meat ya tryin' to light up you get blast like nitrogen.
Runnin' for mercy, runnin' for oxygen.
Bad L.A. meat you're better off comittin' suicide.
I shoot the lip so high I strip you of your carbon dioxide
Rock-a-bye the lullaby he be singin' 'Oh my'.
Boof Baff another son a go die.
What's the matter with the black man? (Black man) [x2]
Now a statistic. So dreams of her become realistic.
Poor bastard gets mystic I don't believe you checked the psychic
Emancipate your mind. Don't set the limit. Reach the summit.
Free your spirit 'cause your blunted
From the lyrics I just stuttered.
'Live off the streets' says the brother with the machete.
'Live off the lady' says the brother with the glock in patrol.
I live logically, no weak slave to poverty.
You see it's very easy to slip between the asphalt sheet.
Brothers from my way they used to get mad plays.
Till they caught us bustin' doughnuts 'til the break of day.
Brother, my brother, you played me undercover.
She wouldn't be your lover so now you tried to dis her
For sister. You missed her but ask yourself a question.
Can I make a suggestion? I need a true confession.
Is she skivs 'cause the skin that she's in makes you sin?
Does you hit her just to get her integrate another sister?
Mister. I asked him for a hanky. He asked if he could spank me.
So why'd you disrespect me, sir?
Were you thinking I'm misguided or were you tryin to hide it
That you had no father figure.
Which? Check out your wackness. It won't distrust my blackness.
I wonder for a smack, but don't think that it would help this.
What's the matter with the black man (Black man)
All original gunman dem original good (Bahahahahahahaha) [x2]
Come jackin' it up an' I bad an' me fell in ma booby trap
With a rappin' up for the eight track play back laid back sit back
An I'll ?? an me runnin' ?? as a matter a fact
'Cause I trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back. Woah!
United we stand, divided we crumble.
What's the flavour? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall [x2]
These days every man want to be a god.
Lay down the gun every man on the floor.
But the real gunman him not play Hollywood role.
Because he pull out his gun and send another boy down.
Watch us bleed. Another gunman go bleed.
Watch us bleed. If I used up all my dust I got ??
Watch us bleed. Me up an' comin' ready.
Watch us bleed. Watch us for original Tranzlator Crew.
Oh, er, every time we come, we come correct, see.
Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two,
(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K)
Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day,
Feds be hawkin me
Jokers be stalking me,
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity,
My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask.
My crew in the Jersey wear the mask.
Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask.
Yeah everybody wear da mask but how long will it last.
I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders.
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager.
Soupin me up sayin "You're a nice worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy,
Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries,
Getting high on company time."
Hell no sirree, wrong M.C.
Why should I be a spy, when you spying me,
And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen.
Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King,
Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face.
Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired,
Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head
Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds,
I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.,
Have me working underground building missiles for World War III.
(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),
put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.
Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.
My posse Uptown wear the mask.
My crew in the Queens wear the mask.
Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.
Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.
I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips,
Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist,
Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline,
Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind,
I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face,
I had to put him in his place,
This kids invading my space,
But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style,
So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child,
Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around Grams.
I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams.
I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave,
He ran up quick behind me asking, "Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?"
Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School.
I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool,
He's busted, "so who you checking for now?"
Probably some intellectual.
I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual.
Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face,
Yo I told her check your man cause b**** you acting out of place.
(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),
put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.
Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.
My posse Uptown wear the mask.
My crew in the Queens wear the mask.
Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.
Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last.
3a.m. in th morning on the Boulevard,
I'm still at large engaged with my entourage,
me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge.
I stepped out the note to post up my guard
searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard.
My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage.
As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back,
I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask.
He said, "I got a itchin' on my trigger,
Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder."
See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks.
My knees knock as I step back for a claear shot,
Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls,
That's when I realized I'm pumpin'too much Biggie Smalls.
(M) to the (A) to the (S) to the (K),
put the mask up on the face just to make the next day.
Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming.
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity.
My posse Uptown wear the mask.
My crew in the Queens wear the mask.
Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask.
[Intro: Wyclef Jean]
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there
to just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant
Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'?
I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
[Wyclef Jean]
If you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK)
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
Cause this, some the cemetary's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in their property
Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son
I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime
But ah, murder got no time
The country has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for
I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke
I look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope
Figure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X
Swing like the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest
Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump
let me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that'cha ego!
Aiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival
When will he come, what will he do, what will he say?
That's all a mystery, but have your hand grenade
so you can blow the motherfucker away
Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat
So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete
[Pras]
Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate
Another style for Praswell to translate
For those who can't relate to stay down my - no-man wait
No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake
[Wyclef Jean]
You said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies
So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin'
The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!!
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
what did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side
You tried to scare me but I won't mover-a
The bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock
So cuckoo!! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard
But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new tune
May your soul rest on the moon (?Jack in wood spoon!!?)
In Channel Seven, you said: "Death before Cut"
You killed so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!!)
Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex
But don't get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep
See I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel
Like the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo
Let the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the ?cool-lew?
Oh why you got the ha-ha-lew-lew?
I got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop
You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop
to beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep
I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep
The Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep-beep
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, YEAH!!
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
[Pras]
Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence
They brought me in another charges of a legal residents
And L-E-N, on a foreign land, a ??
Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest
They put up they guard, they pump up they fists
Now I'm number one on they motherfuckin' hit-list...
Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter
Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters
That's they value, that's what they worth
Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah
What we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came
with that machette, it's your turn
It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby
(We on to the Yankee, pass the mic to the "Yankee")
[Lauryn Hill]
Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple
I'm the girl "Yankee" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti
coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha...
You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my "Yankee"
wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son
My history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do?
The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true
So hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip
with a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation
Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation
a capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians...
[Wyclef]
I'm just about done...
Yo, let me finish tuning this guitar...
Yo, y'all ready for the show?
[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill (Chorus)] (Wyclef in parentheses)
Ready Or Not! (Yo!) - Wyclef
Here we come! (Uh Huh)
All the biting M.C.'s and the pirates, I go run! (Come on, come on)
(Why?)'Cause they are old!
(And...) And we are young!
(Uh huh...and) And while we're young, yes we're gonna have some fun! (Yo!)
(Here it comes) Here we go!
Skippity bop bop bop, skippity whoa!! Swing! (Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo!)
Skippity bop bop bop, skippity WHOA!!! SWING!! (Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!)
[Wyclef]
You should've have died before you reach this station, Refugees we run the
border!
Ay! Ay!...Ay! Ay!
You should've have died before you reach this station, Refugees we all go
murder!
Now!!!
[Wyclef]
Yo! Now that I escape, selling four million plates
My beeper vibrates, like California earthquakes
But I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're not
M.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox
Still ichi bang, wack M.C.'s get the gong!
Lyrical tongue
Wireless mics from Samsung
Wyclef, seduced once by an actress
Angela Basset wanted the head of Jean Baptiste
Meanwhile across town, I steal no money to Carlito
Mama always say don't gamble
I'm trapped in casino
No more money in my bags
Nightmares, getting closer
I slept on Elm Street, Freddy Kruger
Woke up with a German Luger
Black serial killer, man turns to gorilla
Provoked I change faces like Michael Jackson's Thriller
B-B-B-B-B-Boo! (Imitating young Michael Jackson)
And you don't stop!!!
[Chorus 1x]
[Wyclef]
Yo, L-Boogie where you at?
[Lauryn]
I'm just adjusting my mic
[Wyclef]
Come on, yo L-Boogie where you at?!
[Lauryn]
I'm just adjusting my mic!
[Wyclef]
Yo, L-Boogie where you at? Come on!
[Lauryn]
I'm just adjusting my mic!
[Wyclef]
Well won't ya, grab the mic and lead the blind to the light?!
[Lauryn]
If I could change the times, make rhymes, raise the babies
Give all the pigs rabies
Send biting niggas to Haiti's
Clothe young ladies
Chase the rainbow, find the pot
Free the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lot
Lose the fame
Take the money
Play boys, just like the bunny
Find a man with a plan
Slap a chicken, If she acts funny
Break the bank, on tank
Stop niggas from acting stank
Take over your vouch free Rovers
Teach a man to find Jehovah
Own the stores, own the tours
Watch the record, pimps and whores
Make love, stop the wars
Cop the land, like the laws
Make the last be the first
Make the God respect the Earth
Change the murder rate to the birth! (Swing!)
[Chorus 1x]
[Wyclef]
Hey yo, Pras where you at?
[Prakazrel "Pras"]
I'm just adjusting my mic
[Wyclef]
Yo! Hey yo, Pras where you at?!
[Pras]
I'm just adjusting my mic!
[Wyclef]
C-C-Come on, yo Pras where you at?!!
[Pras]
I'm just adjusting my mic!
[Wyclef]
Well won't ya, grab the mic and make the crowd react!
[Prakazrel "Pras"]
No more tours, no more scores
Por favor senor, I do the soundbite from here to El Salvador
Ready to take over, Like that! (Gun cocks)
Run your whole crew over, Like that!! (Gunshot)
Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! (Lauryn in background)
Rather be slaughtered, than be captured!
Three refugees, one usual suspect
Trapped in the firm, 'cause he fell to two techs
Prospects have thoughts, blood in like outlets
I can read your whole flow, just like a pamphlet
Thousands and thousands of watts
High volt!
Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt
Tell the truth that you shouldn't sky off
This is Mr. Prakazrel, I don't take it as an insult
I grab the money, money!
Stash the cash-n-dash, peddle on the gas
I'm clear like Everlast! (Never seen a refugee movin' so fast!) - Salaam
Now catch me in Jamaica
Chillin' at the break of sunsplash!
[Chorus 1x]
[Lauryn]
(Ooo-wee!) To Queens
(Ooo-wee!) To New Jersey
(Ooo-wee!) To Brooklyn
(Ooo-wee!) ...and Uptown
(Ooo-wee!) ...and Long Island
(Ooo-wee!) ...Staten Island
(Ooo-wee!) ...U.C. (University of Columbia)
(Ooo-wee!) ...Miami!
(Ooo-wee!) ...To Jamaica!
[Fades out]
Yo, this fucker I was wit the other day, I was chillin'
With scott and the minute that we got in front of our
Crib with a shotgun. cause jokers gonna be bustin' up
In there trying to get food, clothing, shelter, tv's, forks,
Radios or whatever they can get there hands on. shit
Is getting mad I'll out here man. joker's running out here
Like with masks on; I was with my man pee, he think
He like charlie chan or robert de niro
Or bruce lee or some shit, jumping from behind trees on
Muhfuckas, like cowboys bang bang or whatever you
Know. trying to shoot a joker he had beef with, he wound
Up shootin my man up in the street, tyring to be cowboys
They can't even shoot, trying to be gangsta's but when the
Beast come on the muthafuckin' block everybody break out.
They beat my man bob g. up the other day, cops, pigs vampin'
On him, everybody just standin' around just watching that
Shit take place. cause they only gangsta's when it comes to
Being gangsta's to themselves. they want to be corleone, luigi,
Or gambino or gotti or whatever the fuck. they run around callin'
Themselves rahiem or fuquan or mustapha cause we think they
Got power, but fuck them, I got power. I got power, I got family,
I got family business on avon, on chancellor, on prince street
On chadwick, on stratford on chancellor on vailsburg. all of the
Brick city. that's my family, we gonna settle the score, once
And for all. I'm not lettin' nobody I'm going out like
A bandit. and all of these zealots trying to steal and trying to
Bite what I got like all of these big record companies, these
Corporations these stores they try to rob me. naw man, I'm going,
I'm a get mine. me and my girl we gonna go out together
We gonna be a soldier kid. when I go out, she go out. and we
Gonna make what we believe manifest cause if you ain't ready
Now, you ain't never gonna be ready . . .
[Wyclef]
Why am I trapped in a cage? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Barber can I get a fade? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
I grab the mic in a RAGE...
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
"You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?" (The Five Heartbeats)
Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I say to myself, WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton -- on a farm?
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?
Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-
-you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks
Out of Hooterville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil
Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor
Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-three
when I used to rock my Pumas
Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin
One out of ten, I'm passin the mic next time I'll get WICKED
Heard the man who went before, got intimated
You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated
You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin, chillin
Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin pure death
I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off
a-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth
(THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
I coulda sworn I had an A (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
I grab the mic in a RAGE...
[Pras]
You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper
Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hip-hopper
You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya
I be the followin that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah
When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops
Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter
Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka
Any old style, I throw it in a locker
[Lauryn Hill]
Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka
Me got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker
My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'Aka
I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca
[Pras]
You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose
Your style remind of yesterday, old news
Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain
or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock
It's not for capital gain
So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain
Bustin nuts, bustin style
Gettin buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child
Comin on the mic, from a higher level
Broke is no joke/choke the hell out of the devil
[Wyclef]
(THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
What about Martin? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
What about Malcolm? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Rosa Parks? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
You hung a man after dark (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Cease the violence! (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?
Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread
But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused
Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it
Can't get too deep, cause some sleep while I wake
in a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes
Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple:
It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle
than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle
and walk away, with the title when I get, brutal
Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential
Don't even flinch, the other becomin spiritual
There's six million ways to die but choose four
cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be HARDCORE!
[Lauryn Hill]
When ? checks that means pump your fist
Remember Moses people, this is Exodus
Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis
Them who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness
The man got a drum, made the land of the dumb
We droppin the bass drum, then we ??
You can't kill the battle with a ?? .. feeling Joshua
So march to St. Lawrence
Yo march I got your back, march!
[Wyclef]
Crown Heights (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Cease the violence (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
A moment of silence (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
for those who died (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Public Enemy (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
number one (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Fredric Douglass (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Harriet Tubman (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
?? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Bob Marley (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Prazwell (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
To my man Khalid (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
[Lauryn Hill]
Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads
Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads
The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah
[Wyclef] - (Lauryn in parentheses)
...Yo, Steve Marley throw on your Father's old record...(Yeah) - Lauryn
Ha! Classic material...Refugee Camp, hold tight! Yes, yes!
Steve Marley, come on! Ah-Ha! Wyclef, Ha-Ha!
Feel the Gong! Heh-Heh! Yes, yes y'all! Heh, come on!...Yes, yes!
Feel the Gong! (Echo)
[Steve Marley - Chorus] - {Marley sisters background singing in brackets}
No Woman, No Cry (Crowd Cheers)
No Woman, No Cry! {No Woman, No Cry!}
No Woman...
No, No Woman!...No Woman, No Cry! {No Woman, No Cry!}
[Steve Marley - Verse One] (Wyclef in parentheses) {Marley sisters in brackets}
You see...
Said I remember! Oh, when we used to sit (Where at?) - Wyclef
In a government yard, in Trenchtown {Town!} - Marley Sisters
(And what did you used to see son?)
Well oh, I was observing, them hypocrites!
As they would... Mingle with the good people we meet {Meet!}
Yeah-yeah!
Good friends we have, and oh well!
Good friends we've lost! Yeah-yeah!
Along...The way! {Way!} Yeah!
In this great future, yeah! You can't forget your past! Say-yeah
Oh, dry your tears I say {Say!}
[Chorus 1x]
[Wyclef] - (Lauryn singing in parentheses) - {Marley sisters in brackets}
Say! Say! Say! Say!
I remember! When we used to sit! [Where at son?]
Oh, In a project yard, in Brooklyn! {Lyn!} [Oh, yeah right when I left Haiti,
And little Georgie, would make the fire light! (I tell ya!)
As...Stolen cars passed through the night {Night!} [Newark, New Jersey, AH-Ha!]
And then we'd hit, the corner store!
For Roots, paper, and brew, wooh! {Brew! Whoo!}
My drinks, my only remedy! I tell ya! (Sold out! Sold out!)
For pain of losing, family...
But while I'm gone, sure thing...
[Steve, Lauryn, Sharon, and Pam singing] - (Clef, Eric, and Ziggy chanting)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (OH! AH! OH-AH!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (OH! AH! OH-AH!)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (OH! AH! OH-AH!) (HO!)
[Steve Marley]
...So, Woman No Cry!
No, No Woman!...{No Woman, No Cry!}
[Wyclef]
Say! Say! Say! Say!
Hey, little sista! Don't shed no tears!
Said No Woman! No Woman, NO CRY! {No Woman, No Cry!]
[Steve Marley]
Lay-La-Lay-La-Lay-La-Lay-La-A-EE!
[Wyclef]
Yes-yes! Wyclef, Steve Marley sittin' back reminiscing
This is how it used to be...Yes-yes! {No Woman, No Cry!]
(Yeah, yo...Ghetto Youths up in here! heh) - Lauryn
[Steve]
No Woman, AY! No Woman, Ay! No Woman, No Woman, No Cry!
No Woman, No Cry! (With Wyclef) {No Woman, No Cry!}
[Lauryn]
Yeah...Refugees up in here...
[Marley Sisters] - (Steve in parentheses)
Little darlin' (Yeah you!)
Don't shed no tears!............
[ALL JOIN IN]
NO WOMAN, NO CRY!!! (No cry!) - Steve
[Lauryn - Verse One] - (Pras in parentheses)
Yo! Yo! What?!
I heard he sang a good song, yeah!
Yo...I heard he had a style
And so, I came to see him and listen for awhile! (Yo, yo, yo, yo...unh,unh)
What?! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!...And there he was, this young bra!
(Just a lil' kid chillin' on a...unh)
Ha-Ha! Stranger to my eyes! (C'mon, what?! Unh, Ahh!)
[Chorus] - (Wyclef & Pras in parentheses) {Pras in brackets}
Strummin' my pain with his fingers, yo! (One time!)
Singing my life with his words...Two times! (Two times!) {Come on!}
Killing Me Softly With His Song...Killing Me Softly! {Yo! Unh-uh! Unh-unh-
unh-unh!}
With His Song, telling my whole life! {Ha! Unh, unh!}
With his words, Killing Me...Softly! Yo, yo...Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
{Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo, unh!}
With His...Song! (Yo L-Boogie!) (Throw 'em off the bridge!) - Wyclef
[Bridge]
[Chorus 1x]
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, to listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever, embarassed by the crowd
I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there
But he was there, this stranger, singing clear and loud
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
[CLEF]
We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one
Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang,
Listen Mrs. Tin Can
I'm your candy handy man
Me without you is like American without the Band Stand
Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,
All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow
Damn, another hero wannabe
Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude,
My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
Doo doo comes out your anal
Just because your buff, don't play tuff
Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.
[LAURYN]:CHORUS
Ooooh La La La,
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
[FORTE]
I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La
Bust when we rush,
Through you must, know ruckus
Crew got G's like the refu's
So F who
Ever want to test
Bring me stress,
West coast back to east,
Grab my toast when I reach
Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban,
Sippin' Bourbon, surviving
We real to keep the word when
A boy want fa testthis set
Then you get wet-up
Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet
[LAURYN]
Fake bullets can't scar me
I can smell the weak out like safari
Play you out like Atari
Sacrifice you Hari Kari
And I'm sorry,
To every single rapper, Dick and Harry
Saying they want to spar me
Cause how thick my repertoire
And my memoir be
Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of
Rhastafari.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
[LAURYN]:CHORUS
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
[PRAZ]
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies
Flea to sea, Ship my keys
On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas
(They keep telling me this and telling me that)
They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
But what they lack is the facts about my stats
My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack
[CLEF] 2X
Ayo, What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon,
Trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion.
[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill]
Ready Or Not (9x)...
[Lauryn Singing]
You can't run away
From these styles I got oh baby,
hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah
Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh yeah!
[Wyclef - Verse One]
Yo! Now that I escape, selling five million plates
My beeper vibrates, like California earthquakes
But I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're not
M.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox
Still ichi bang, wack M.C.'s get the gong!
Lyrical tongue
Wireless mics from Samsung
Wyclef, seduced once by an actress
Angela Basset wanted the head of Jean Baptiste
Meanwhile across town, I steal no money to Carlito
Mama always said don't gamble
I'm trapped in casino
No more money in my bags
Nightmares, getting closer
I slept on Elm Street, Freddy Kruger
Woke up with a German Luger
Black serial killer, man turns to gorilla
Provoked I change faces like Michael Jackson's Thriller
B-B-B-B-B-Boo! (Imitating young Michael Jackson)
And you don't stop!!!
[Lauryn - Chorus]
Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break!
If any joker come fe' test another life we take!
'Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist!
So scientist, lyricist, pop your pen intense (?)! ( 2x )
[Lauryn - Verse Two]
If I could change the times, and make rhymes, raise the babies
Give all the pigs rabies
Send biting niggas to Haiti's
Clothe young ladies
Chase the rainbow, find the pot
Free the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lot
Lose the fame
Take the money
Play boys, just like the bunny
Find a man with a plan
Slap a chicken, If she acts funny
Break the bank, on tank
Stop niggas from acting stank
Take over your bounty rovers
Teach a man to find Jehovah
Own the stores, own the tours
Watch the record, pimps and whores
Make love, stop the wars
Cop the land, like the Moors
Make the last be the first
Make the God respect the Earth
Change the murder rate to the birth! Bust it!
[Lauryn Singing]
Ready Or Not
Here I come
You can't hide!
Gonna find you! And take it slowly!
Ready Or Not
Here I come
You can't hide!
Gonna find you! And make you want me!
[Pras - Verse Three]
No more tours, no more scores
Por favor senor, I tempt crews, like a bull to a matador
Run you for your Range Rover, Like that!
Leave you in a broken Nova, Like that!!
Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! (Wyclef in background)
Rather be slaughtered, than be captured!
Three refugees, one unusual suspect
A snitch at the table, how far will your trust get?
Lust got you busted, unlocking my vault
Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt
Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark
Or get marked, like a narc, as The Beast in Nu Yok (New York)
[Lauryn - Singing]
You can't run away
From these styles I got oh baby,
hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah
Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh no!
[Chorus - 3x]
mama,
just killed a man,
put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger now he's now he's dead
mama,
life has just begun,
but now i've gone and thrown it all away
mama,
ooooooooh,
i didn't mean to make you cry,
if i'm not back again this time tomorrow,
(oh) oh carry on,
nothin' really matters.
too late,
my time has come,
sends shivers down my spine,
body's aching all the time.
goodbye everybody,
i've got to go,
gotta leave you all behind and face the truth,
mama,
oooooooh,
i don't wanna die,
i sometimes wish i'd never been born at all (all, carry on, nothin' really matters),
i didn't mean to make you cry, (yeah)
if i'm not back again this time tomorrow,
ooooooooooh (oh, carry on) yeah-yeah.
(nothin' really matters)
no, i don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at aaaaaaaall yeah,
(all, carry on, nothin' really matters)
hoooo-hoooo.
so you think you can stop,
and spit in my eye,
so you think you can love me,
and,
leave me to die?
ooh baby,
can't do this baby,
just gotta get right out of here.
ooh baby,
can't do this baby,
just gotta get right outta here.
oooh, carry on!
nothin' really matters! (yeah)
i sometimes wish i'd never been born at aaaaaaall yeah (carry on),
(nothin really matters)
nothin' really matters,
anyone can see,
nothin' really matters,
to me.
oooh yeah
oooh yeah
oooh yeah
anyway the wind blows.
[Lauryn - Singing]
Can you tell me how to get......how to get to Sesame Street?
(Check it out, here we go!) - Wyclef
[Lauryn- Singing (Chorus)]
Be yourself (Just be yourself)
Easy as A-B-C (A-B-C)
Can't be no one else ( No one else!)
Just happy to be me! (Yeah! Yeah!)
[Wyclef]
Hey yo, the 'A' is for achievement
[Prakazrel 'Pras]
Hey yo, the 'B' is for beneficent
[Wyclef]
And the 'C' is for committment
[Pras]
And the 'D' is for diligent
[Wyclef]
What about the 'E', the 'F', the 'G', the 'H', the 'I', the 'J?!'
I'm in my P.J.'s, I'm drinkin' O.J.! Ha Ha!
[Lauryn]
The big city, just like I pictured it (What?!)
Millions of people rushing around real quick (Real quick!)
Each one's originale, one of a kind, unique (That's right!)
So, kick back and listen while L-Boogie speaks (While L-Boogie
speaks!)
Not trying to be different, just doing they own thing (Own thing!)
So come on everybody, clap your hands and sing (Just sing!)
[Chorus 2x]
[Pras]
Hey yo, the 'K', the 'L', the 'M', the 'N', the 'O', the 'P'
for 'Prakazrel' in the place to be!
[Wyclef]
Hey yo, the 'Q's' for quiet
[Pras]
The 'R' for riot
[Wyclef]
The 'S', the 'T', the 'U', the 'V's' for vowels (Vowels!) - Prakazrel
The 'W', 'X', the 'Y', the 'Z's' for Zorro! Yo! See you tomorrow!
[Pras]
Yeah, fly like an eagle...
Well it's the Fugees
On Sesame, clap your hands do a dance with L-Jiggity!
[Lauryn]
Now Snuffy and Big Bird are having a good time (Time!)
They're walking and gawking and trying to talk to a mime
(walking-n-gawking),
here, in the square where they just seen it all
But they ain't never seen a yellow bird (What?!) seven feet tall!
(Seven feet
tall!)
[Chorus 2x]
[Wyclef]
It's a lovely day in my neighborhood...
It's all good...
Prakazrel, L-Boogie up in here....
In my neighborhood
[Pras]
Refugee Camp Allstars....yeah....yeah
Here we go (Yes)
It is not that funny
When the night has come
When the night has come and the land is dark
When the night has come
When the night has come and the land is dark (Yeah)
And the moon is the only light(What?)
And the moon is the only light(What?)
And the moon is the only light we will see
When the night(When the night has come)
Has come(When the night has come and the land is dark. When the night has come)
And the land is dark(When the night has come and the land is dark)
And the moon (And the moon is the only light)
Is the only(And the moon is the only light)
Light we'll see(And the moon is the only light we will see)
No I won't(No I won't be afraid)
Be afraid(No I won't be afriad)
No I...(No I won't be afraid)
Won't be afraid(No I won't be afraid)
Just as long(Just as long as you)
As you stand(Just as long as you)
Stand by me(Just as long as you stand by me)
And darling, darling
Stand(Yeah)
By me
Come on and stand
Stand by me
Just as long(stand by me)
As you stand(stand by me)
Stand by me(Just as long as you stand by me)
When the sky(When the sky that we look upon)
That we look upon(When the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall)
Should tumble and fall
All the mountains(All the mountains)
Should crumble(All the mountains)
To the sea(All the mountains should crumble to the sea)
I won't cry(No I won't cry)
I won't cry(No I won't cry)
No I...(No I won't...shed a tear)
Won't she'd a tear
Just as long(Just as long as you)
As you stand(Just as long as you)
Stand by me(Just as long as you stand by me)
And darling, darling
Stand by me
Oh stand by me
Stand by me
Just as long(stand by me)
As you stand(stand by me)
Stand by me(Just as long as you stand by me)
That's right or should I say hold me
Oh stand by me
Just as long as you(What?)
Just as long as you(What?)
Just as long as you stand by me
And darling, darling
Stand by me
Come on and stand
Stand by me
Just as long(stand by me)
As you stand(stand by me)
Stand by me(Just as long as you stand by me)
That's right or should I say hold me
Stand by me
Come on and stand
Stand by me
Just as long as you(What?)
Just as long as you(What?)
Just as long as you stand by me
And darling, darling
Stand by me
Come on and stand
Stand by me(Stand by me)
Just as long(Stand by me)
As you stand(Stand by me)
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
And listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Yo (one time)
I was born by the river (uh) (uh)
in a tentement
oh, my poor mother,
she could hardly pay the rent
It's been a long (ha)
a long time comin
but I know a change is gonna come
oh yes it will
(two time) (yea)
It's been too hard livin (huh)
and I'm afraird to die
(why?)
I dont know
whats out there
yea, yea,
beyond the sky
It's been a long (huh)
a long time comin
but I know a change is gonna come
oh (oh) yes it will
(say it whyclef, check it out, say it, uh uh)
oh my
see I go, to my brotha
(c'mon!) (and say what, say what)
and I say brotha
help me please (c'mon L Boogie!)
and he winds up
he winds up
knockin me, knockin me (uh huh)
back down on my knees!
(three time!)
It's been times when I didn't think
that I would last for long (huh)
but now we think we're bound to carry on
It's been a long (uh huh huh huh yea)
a long time comin
but I know a change is gonna come
oh yes it will
this has been the Fugees
L Boogie
Prize Well
Wyclef
The Refugees are OUT!
Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
I haunt MC's like Mephistophales
Bringin swords and Damacles
Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
Abstract raps simple with a street format
Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax.
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation.
I Feel like Rockwell, "Somebody's watching me"
I got no privacy whether on land or at sea.
And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit.
It hurts don't it, the refugees come to your turf and take over the earth.
See my rhymes are the type of fly rhymes
That can only get down with my crew
And if you try to take lines or bite rhymes
We'll show you how the refugees do.
Behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
Two MC's can't occupy the same space at the same time.
It's against the laws of Physics.
So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
Whether jew or gentile
I rank top percentile,
Many styles,
More powerful than gamma rays
My grammar pays,
Like Carlos Sanatana plays
Black Magic Woman
So while you fuming, I'm consuming
Mango juice under Polaris,
You're just embarrassed
Cause it's your "Last Tango in Paris"
And even after all my logic and my theory,
I add a muthaf**ker so you ignint niggas hear me.
And you remember take notes,
As I sow my rap otas
And for you biting zealots, here's a quote.
Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
You can try but you can't divide the tribe
These cats can't rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe
The magazine says the girl should have gone solo,
The guys should stop rapping, vanish like Menudo.
Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start,
For me to get a chance, grab my pen and revamp
Do a cameo while everybody do the dance.
Quick now, cause you runnin' out of lucka
Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka.
While you munchin at your luncheon, I'll be planning your assassination
Then hit you like the Dutchmen
I compress sound sets with my rap DBX
Then drop vocals on my 456 AMPEX
Bring terror to the shop of horror,
As she cries "Mi amor"
The phantom dies in the opera
And to the youngin's who carry gadgets
And kill 6 days a week then on a sabbath.
Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me
Then get buried like the great Mussolini
And for you bitin' Zealots
Your rap styles are relics
No matter who you damage
You're still a false prophet.
Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Look into the rhyme
Rum to the ripple
Sing boo,
But at times I come in triple.
Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head
Now your dead.
Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead.
Raaaaah, raaaah
Let me attack just like the black cat
You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.
Hooo, you've got to go for backup
To do what you gotta do.
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
and kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede
I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo
Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what.
Competition, stimulation for the rap man
Losers check your tooters
While I'm suckin' on your girls h******.
Don't play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to reload . . .
Wyclef the multi-talented
Average heads can't handle it
I'll bring it to you live
Only if you want it.
Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's
(C'mon check out my melody)
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.
I'm a bring down the ruckus
Play the nutcracker
Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother
Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper,
Boss, you don't want to f**k with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false idental,
I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil
I'm the L, Won't you pull it
Straight to the head
With the speed of a bullet
Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet
Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative
Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends
Dreams of euphoria,
Aurora,
To another galaxy
Phallic-sy
Be this microphone, but get lifted
Lyrically I'm gifted
Burn on in without the roach clip (it)
Henders, mind-bender
Pleasure sender,
So frequently your nerve endings belong to me
Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke
Wack niggas choke
From the fumes that I emote,
Or emit s***
See even I feel the mahogany L
Natural hallucinogen
Turning boys to men again
With estrogen dreams
Release blues, yellows and greens
From Brownsville to Queens
I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift
I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff
You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff
(We know where to run)
And start flakin' like dandruff.
C'mon son my steelo's tight
Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic
On the right, analytical conceptions
Warn the town the beast is loose,
Word 'em up y'all
C'mon
Conflicts with night sticks
Illegal sales districts,
Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich
Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks,
Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets
Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks.
The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich SUCKS D***
Meanwhile the government brings Star Wars from glocks to glockers
C.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca
Mista Mayor, can I say something in yo honor
Yesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger
Okay, okay.
Let's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham
The man behind the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton.
Who soon retire, the roof is on fire
Connie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma
Things are getting serious, Kuumbaya,
On a mountain satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah
You can't search me without probable cause
Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion
Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction
You planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin.
Now you ask me for my license/registration
"WHAT THE F**K" is my name
"WHAT THE F**K" is my occupation
Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees
Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now the cops got Lolly.
The subconscious psychology that you use against me,
If I lose control will send me to the penetentiary
Such as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz
High class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed.
And the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was,
And if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley was.
And my word does nothing against the feds,
So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, WORD UP.
Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah - ah
Word 'em up y'all
The chase is on I feel like the bad guy
Fifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive
Looked in my rear view mirror
Police was getting closer
Heard a roar in the sky,
Looked up and saw the Blue Thunder.
My inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender,
BUT TO WHO???
The star spangled banner ooh.
Say can't you see cops more crooked than we
By the dawn's early night robbin' niggas for kis.
Easy low key crooked military
Pay taxes out my ass but they still harrass me.
The streets of corruption got me bustin and cussin' in the concrete jungle
Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo
Handled by Hannibal
Soon I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble.
Hey yo should I slow down?
Nah kid go faster,
Just cause they got a badge, they could still be impostors.
Probable cause, got flaws like dirty draws
Meet me at the corner store so we can start the street wars.
Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah - ah,
"And when you feelin down.. recharge!"
[Wyclef]
Now and, forevers, them emperors, are nova
The lovin, the huggin, will never be over
[Pras]
Back up back up boy, don't get me started
Still the MC, hit the target, you get bombarded yeah
Affect the minds, let the blind evaporate
Let me elaborate, ohhhhh nooooooo (it's too late)
Push the button, cause I'ma get ??
Pass me a SCUD missle, so I can bomb the land
[Wyclef]
Yo Pras (what?) Yo Pras (what?) Some start to wonder
Some see lightning, some hear THUNDER
Shades of a black man, maybe the black panther
Makin MC's run when it come to rappin I'm the Darth Vader
I'm not regular, consider me ir-regular
from the regular rapper ones that lumber
But I come from a slum where many bum
Sometimes I cooled out, while my boys were in prison
I always told them that right, overrules wrong
cause ever since a boy mama told me judgment they will come son
So I watch what I do, what I say, how I PLAY
and hope that I make it through the next day
Cause the streets are like a jungle, they got me say
OH-AY-OH-AY-OH, cause Tarzan's a black man
So I'm waiting for a break in the record company
so I could take you MC's, back to camp I mean
Cause with a flick of my wrist, I come rewind another RHYME
I got more rhymes than a church got WINES
Ever since middle school, I used to, rule
The ?? mule, people called my talent beautiful
Never lost a battle, they thought I was buckWILD
They didn't know that a ReFugee could rock so well
So here's the resurrection, of Pras, Wyclef, and L
Check me or my team as I recharge your body [4X]
[Pras]
Livin to be given, chillin like Bob Dylan
Like Michael I'm Thrillin, I'm not dealin to be illin
Runnin a mask ??, like the task force
The cause is laws, the laws that broke your jaw
now I'm, gettin raw on a thing like a mean machine
(Why you runnin around with the same old thing?
Humm.. you know what I mean, yeah)
I search and search, I start to faint
but never never never fall in entertain
Don't beam me up Scotty, I'm audi like John Gotti
Drivin in black Caddy
[Lauryn Hill]
Success for the next man is success for myself
Vanity's vanity yet I still wanted wealth
I know there's a true God, but it still makes me think
of Yusef.. now is the notty dread dead?
Believe in the Bible because it promise eternity
Six six six, that makes you, my adversary
So I, watch my back and hopin I don't get taxed
I used to, rip the rapper cause they said we'd been said wack
I know what the critics they say, keep it commercial
I used to freestyle, but everything now is rehearsal
I miss the old school, so tell me what will I do?
I guess I'll start a revolution with the Tranzlator Crew, so..
[Wyclef]
Check me or my team as I recharge your body [8X]
Check it out all MC's I'm about to pull out my slingshot
Here it comes!
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne
Me come for them alllllllll
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne
Me come for them alllllllll
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
(Me lick me one one)
[Wyclef]
They label me (WHAT?) the MC psycho
Prim' you up, but don't mistake me for Sunoco
Cuss to get loose, now you got the micro' Joe
Who talkin about hope? Poquito dinero
means I work hard, but got no money, and that ain't funny
Hey honey when you work for free see it's hard to get a lady baby
But they say good things come to those wait
So I wait, no ego trip, and on the mic I penetrate
Elevate as I battle for high stakes
Many gamble, I eat you like an ANIMAL
cause he gambled for the dime that he didn't have
He woke up in a dream and found his body in a body bag
Wyclef pissed cause, oh what I really said is
is I'm that funky, big up def in pig latin man, hah
A lot of rappers try to outrap, but miss me yo
But I'm askin every teachers everything he know
There's always one trick, to make em slip
So let me predict in pure trick I'm sure the rap form will recharge
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne
Me come for them alllllllll
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
Check them style out of Wy and Prazwell
Bad man fire M-16
Police man fire AK-47
Soldier man... them a fire ??
and them gun shoot for.. woy!
Bad man fire M-16
Police man fire AK-47
Soldier man... them a fire ??
and them gun shoot for.. woy!
* the album was reissued with the remix included
(Wyclef) Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, Fugee comin around the way
(Wyclef) Yo, hey nappy head
(Lauryn) Yo whashup?
(Wyclef) Whatchu got there?
(Lauryn) Hah, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
(Wyclef) Worrrrrd?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Verse One: Wyclef
You wanna battle swing I bring commanding men like I was king
In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say ock
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
Ba-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you will be die by the gun
Cause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it
I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm chillin with A Few Good Men
Assassination on the kid from the capitol
I never play the soap opera but now I'm a General Hospital
Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical
So if I die, catch me at the funeral
I'll fly away, ohh glory
With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me
And the angels write raps on holy paper
I said I'm lookin for Jesus, he said take the escalator
One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there
My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there
So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, Fugee comin around de way
Verse Two: Lauryn Hill
I don't puff blunts so I always got my breath
Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest
They call me cock-weasel but I, still cave a chest
I don't wear Jheri curls cause I'm nah from the West
No disrespect to the West, true indeed
I rock it to the East, the East is the seed
To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks
Peace to Mr. Magic, things are getting tragic
Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk
My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt
Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh
Hill is gettin fed up, yo where's the coporate at
A Mister Three Piece Suit
Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots
Nahhhh that's the serpents, and know them garment tips
I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots
I feel a Jones' comin down, yo I...
(I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang
a-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)
No I, got hte slang to make the chitty-bang-bang
a-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang
(Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, Fugee comin round de way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!)
Verse Three: Prazwell, Wyclef
Hey yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle
if it'sssssssssss snake doesn't rattle
Cause my style's as old as a reptile
As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new child
So come follow me to the land of Abraham
This land's your land, this land's my land
The blacker the black man, the better the next man
(Yo some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)
Ihhhh, feel injection
Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
"Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?" (The Five Heartbeats)
Ain't nuttin wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the hell was so wonderful bout cotton in the farm
Mr. Slaaaaaave Maaaaan!
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops
You slept on a kid from the boondocks
Out of Motorville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil
Some say who coming like like the yuma but save the rumor
Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two
when I used to rock my Pumas...
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all (4X)
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse Fugee comin around de way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!
(repeat 2X)
I wear my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend that's right
They dancin romancin freakin at night!
yes yes yes a yes yes y'all
(repeat 2X)
Mona Lisa...
...nappy heads in the zone and we not goin home!
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all (4x)
and to the beat y'all, and to the beat y'all, come on everybody (to fade)
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo check it out. This is the boy Wyclef from Tranzlators, I'm coming from the
Booga Basement with a roots drink in my hands. So put the Rotts tonics in the
air, yeah cause I'm-a start this one off like THIS. Cause niggaz are living
like there ain't no tomorrow. I nuked this on the S900 cause I couldn't fford
a 1100. I'm-a start this one a little something like this. Here we go.
Hey yo people you're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You get caught in the terra asside em and ga morro
Father, forgeive him for he know not what he done
When the bum search for drums, the son search for condoms
He seek no, with his ring but with his head
That leave many dead in hospital beds; now you and death are newlyweds
So before I enter the tunnel I step back and shake it
Is it world the death or better life in a casket
Destuction of the flesh, new reporter wasn't coming
The devil cursed him cause he couldn't follow 10 commandments
Hook
Living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You open up your eyes and them was ga marrow. WOO!
Living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
Open up your eyes.
I called up the VP, she told me she was busy watching TV with Roxy
I told her I was coming, she said that ain't necessary
three's a crowd, so what's the philosophy?
Another girl trying to take my girl away from me, easy
Fuck the door, I jumped through the window
SOMEWHERE over the rainbow
Paranable and the bitch still in my home
Stick stick in your socket, I sacrifice you like a live rabbit
Fatal attraction the coffin's the cabinet
Cause in the 90's girls got dicks
So keep the light on and make sure that the chick don't that back
She said that she did it with some girl named Lisa
I said what's the boot yo, she pulled the camcorder
Bust it, so what's the charge, you called me a womanizor?
I tried to say sorrym she said say sorry for Taquisha.
Chairs come flying my way like balls at basketball practice.
Call the priest cause she's turning to the exorcist
She kicked me out cause she was paying for the apartment
That's real, you got no girl, if you got no money to spend
But she had loved me for my mind and my poetic skills
But bow i'm checking magazings and getting cheap thrills
Asking myself when will it end?
Cause when it came to sex, my hand was my best friends
Hook (Replace you're with I'm and me)
I had a cousin like a brother
He tried to play me undercover
He said I didn't bang her
But the girl was his secret lover
But I played stupid like my brain had no minerals
It's so hard to say good-bye we singing at the funeral
Girls smash it up easy, when they know they got the bugsy
He used to sleep alone, but now he's riding Mrs. Daisy
You say all my business my life's my life my knife's my knife
So I be the lion that guards the trife
But at the party, I still move my waistline
A girl approached me and asked me for the time
I said; no disrespect, but check the watch on your wrist
And if you're looking for a hit check Charles Bronson from Death Wish
Then All of a sudden her man pushed me from the back
I turned out real cool- I said why did you do that?
The name is Clef, Clef bon
Then mark my word that I'm-a break your fucking arm
Unless you apologize and pick on someone your size
Not too cookoo-hit you-but the 4 to the 5
Point it to your nose
Now your blood turns to snow.
Hook
Yeah, word is born
[Pras]
Aiyyo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs
It's me, why you wanna pimp with today?
Two made from the boy, yeah
Now, helpless, he's tryin' cause he full of giggles
You gonna need more than an iron to stretch out ya wrinkles
You startin' so ordinary, and me, map me out for sprinkler
You got the fever for the flavor for the giggles
Who got the giggles is the jam of December, hey
I remember we release specifically
Back in grammar school days it's me the E's-M-T
Totally and directly, wonder, more than too fresh and nuttin' really else today
It was my accent and where I came from that ya really hate
The 'N' wear - Levi's, Pumas, struggle Adidas
Some say I'm with the losers cause I didn't have the ladies
No R-E-F-P's, the T as we can't get no punanny
Definitely hittin' them daily
Now I roll with the squad that's so hard and makes
you wanna catch an erection - relax man!!
I don't allow you to put-out actin' on if the one's direction
So it's Pete Prop, yo what's up man, hah
So if ya were thankful then I see cause the paper
gettin' murderin' like the a-lovin' - now the news - Rodney King is
now with the double list comin' through your speakers
remember durin' steebers, why don't you get your speakers tweetered, whoo!!
[Chorus]
Who got the giggles?
You got the giggles, they got the giggles
Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles?
You got the giggles, they got the giggles
Everybody got the giggles
[Pras]
Now ya wanna be down, you come around, touch gun of the town
You gotta dig my sound - Wow!!
It seems like everybody's jumpin' on the bandWAGON!!
Her money grabbin' a chick is a suburban dragon
I wasn't all of that - rappin' - but this is now
What's the matter? Ya milkin' like a freakin' cow
Cat guns yo' Tennessee, here kitty, kitty, kitty
Here pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy cat
You start to smell like one - all you really are was the head
I wanna give a shout-out to those who try and curse
my fave for ?? gat, you were funny though
Shall, shall, leave the play-down
These are the things we can do without, huh
So what's this all about man?
Just when I thought I was chillin' with my Lee's
and my fellas, seeds and my pro-kicks
My style was so deaf, "thuggin' won't even make it fresh" he said
So now I need my tracks that ?bite-neck? Fred
It's that ya mess with, it's just stitches that I thread
Loadin' the clip for-go-twenty-four-Karen-Lead
her double-days, puttin' 'G' at her head - RAPOW!! You're dead
[Chorus]
Who got the giggles?
You got the giggles, they got the giggles
Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles?
You got the giggles, they got the giggles
Everybody got the giggles
[Chorus: Lauryn Hill]
Who got the giggles?
You got the giggles, they got the giggles
Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles?
You got the giggles, they got the giggles
Everybody got the giggles
[Pras]
You ever havin' the giggles to the HUH!!
The hiccups, the kinda hiccups that makes ya wanna come up
In your face and throw up, you're totally ?smuck?!!
You feelin' dirty and quitter, you neither or either a home or hitter
much more like Peter but couldn't beat her pick
caught in the middle with the rhythm, you're feelin'
wish she trippin', you'll be livin' with the A-hahahahahaha......
The giggles
[Chorus]
Who got the giggles?
You got the giggles, they got the giggles
Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles?
You got the giggles, they got the giggles
Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
[Wyclef Jean]
I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees
But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees
Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company
They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better
Some write forward, some write backward
I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo
With a verse that's worse than the last one
some say BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans
and Hatians cause you thought I was American
Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!!
Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new
But now we move off with Uncle's with a trail-crate of COOLER!!
[Pras]
I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the strong island
Emcees must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin'
Mind must be sharp until my holler girl, I get all in
Black stylin', ridin', Boof'll be trappin'
When they come to battle champ see the shoes flappin'
Huh, coolin' while I'm rappin'
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
[Wyclef Jean]
Said if you write with pencil you must write with (PEN!)
If you have a rooster you must have a (HEN!)
Five plus five you know that equals to (TEN!)
Then spit the yellow man, check it to groove-to-groove site
[Pras]
One, two, I throw a flow to catch it
Three, four, back she know before the track miss
I FUCK ya when style go, to wreck this static
(But yo sister, grab the mic and do damage!!)
[Lauryn Hill]
Aiyyo I used to drive a hooptie, check me down swoopie
Rollin' with the Jones' but I different homozones
See life's got no value if I ain't got no statue
Hannibal heads, I be the kid from "Timbuktu"
One, two, zip me-me, check the mic I'm ready
Three, four, please the army - "Oh God", with Uzi's
So what, converse man, the chicken or the hoodie
get the - hoodie came first then mans' then would be Nancy
To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check your steps
I'll love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man
You say I'm balanced but you're Silence of the Lambs
And when I call your name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
Cause I can, can, yes, I can, can
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
[Wyclef Jean]
Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE)
So let me re-light your viacom
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic (COOL!!)
All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an electronic
You listen to your lyrics in chime - your Panasonic
The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the di-di-di-digital
Pras take the mic man, you know you're really critical
[Pras]
Stall emcees-soft-put 'em up for-er-Death Row (yeah)
Rhyme and cultural, style and never old
Slashed the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled
[Wyclef Jean]
I say no to spliff but my friends still smoke ?Juano?
Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it
Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think?
hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em
down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and
(Boo-shoo-coo-coo!!) SMOKE!!
I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
[Mad Spider]
Rich rap come from the brothers in the neigborhood
who used to rap on a Polaroid - here comes Father Joe
Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five
Boof Baf - I cut the block with gat-stops
I used to play hookie just to see how good an emcee was
He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride
I waited so long that I thought I died and came back alive
So hear the spirits, many fear, ?Sir New Stosser?
This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come
Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic
up the block they ran, I came back with the bag
cause that's my momma man
I'm just patrollin', move off in the block
but the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' about
So don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane
A just remain yourself and be the same
Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin'
So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm
[Pras]
Cause a imitator could never be greater than the creator
whose the originator, step up infiltrator
See you in the alligator - back stabbin' traitor
Tape recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with the head tranzlator, hah!
AND LEAVE THE FORTY TO BE NAUGHTY IN THE FRIDGERATOR!!!
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try
(BOOF BAF!!), another sound of a guy
(BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck...
[Wyclef Jean]
Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!!) say tell me where you get your ?? from (BOOF BAF!!)
You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!!)
We want to shoot up the old a Babylon (BOOF BAF!!)
Pay the man to rhyme onto it
Say gun-man (BOOF BAF!!) say tell me where you get your ?? from (BOOF BAF!!)
You musta get it from the foreign land (BOOF BAF!!)
You want to kill your own brother man (BOOF BAF!!), ay, ay, ay (BOOF BAF!!)
(Intro)
(*inhales, then coughs*)
Ay, nigga pass me the blunt
(Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit)
(*inhales and coughing continues*)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, this is for dolo son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, c'mon pass the blunt man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the blunt man (hold it man)
Whassup man? (Yo, hold it up, aight, take the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, whassup? (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I ain't even get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man about the good ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man tryin' to keep this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know when you grab this man
you just be ciphin' knowledge man, knowledge as we buildin' up man
That's why they want no brothers to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'?
That's why they try to make it illegal man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, check this out man, this is, a natural herb man youknowI'msayin'?
It makes your body just and your mind just go to another...
(Yo, but hold - money you is talkin' too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just ciphin' man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when motherfuckers do that shit)...
(Wyclef Jean)
Y'all know there's a lot of emcees but just give my CHANCE ON THE MIC!!
Open the, open the, open the, open the, open the, open the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Open the safe with no key, it's easier than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a doggy
Some say on and on, but they mean ON-ON!!
I got tired of that new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to take it back to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's sellin' in the village
But I'm just privileged to makin' my home from my spirit
So when you hear me it's the man with the deeper thoughts
At night I can't sleep my brain keep movin' like a body on a horse
I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I construct on bricks
Some thoughts it wasn't until he said: "He sunk my battleship"
So hip-hip, load the clip, hip, I miss - DAMN!!
I pay my taxes so I won't mess with Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you stand still, some ask for refill
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or real
Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will
So mama should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own appeal
How does it feel - when a monkey is your ill
in a J-A-I-L? I have no time to make bail
Saw someone to be macho like fritches that got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did their bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, between the fire and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring your Moses
Forget what fun-what time Moses
and someone goin' down and it ain't Gastor Douglass
Cause the roughest with the guy, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah hawk
Throw many fights in fought courts boss
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change your course
Say mama say mama say mama say what?
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean and Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
(Lauryn Hill)
Aiyyo, huh-huh, ho with the badder that run the (TENT!!)
Who walks really for lack of listenin' to the drum-set
You silly nimble bad as to my car don't put the bass
oh on the table test the super lantra
You got caught all that toe with twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and drink a Gin on the Tech
Well their gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Captain Hook in so quick
We used to be partners 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be right cause you fight like it was a bitch
I had to change the rhythmic pattern and make sure it fit
So now when I go and see with she
I thought the pirates through a telescope
and bomb 'em like it's make-believe
Blow me my sword I out for my protection
Cause I might ship on landin' side and start an insurrection
A pirate had disguised himself as one of my crew
But I saw true and had to shake a him before he got through
Hey, hey guy the loot the booty, I formed like a ram
I gave an ultimatum and told him he could do time
But he argued and fought me, he tried to bust right
And so I took it upon myself to make the brother walk the plank
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
(Pras)
Fo'-to-the-fo'-to-the-fi-fe-come
I smell the blood of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man cannot understand
The hammer and the barrel hum
So when I get them someone will know where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that rocks will be the hand of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the drop of my snare drum
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the beat of my tum-tum
Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them walk like a doggy
It's like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy
You can't write a rhyme without the roots men-mentality
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly
to rhyme so dope I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
Missed it from a bomber-tacky lackin' all the bum
that get her to a to and fro, I guess they made me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the chant from cheers
But the chant from my peers that I know are really down with me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those that been since the beginnin'
(cause some of y'all cut out when it started rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm rollin' like Black Man
I didn't need Batman, he teamed up with the favourite - EH!!
Tell all your friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend
Cause some say are your friend before wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by myself and that I carry my (BIT!!)
You wished you stayed around, you know my clip got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, your hooray to your hip
And if your hip's a book you know you got to get off bricks man
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
[Mad Spider]
Wait a second, draw back, ban this here I come
Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun gun
On a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so what's the resume?
Heads got felt in the force I heard a Milky Way
I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin ??
In Avenue D. in Brooklyn New York City
ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by the block
I take a ruff-neck chicken make stop in stone top
Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight
The Privates' don't make the orders it's the General that makes the wig-wack
Buy her back, buy a cat, I got scratched in a day to kidnap
and at night I was back and the Jeep got attacked by a gang that sold crack
But the posse was strapped it was nothin' but CRAP!!
I got cuffed in the back, in the jail there were rats
So I pulled out my mack to get out of this crap
Though I wish I could zap outta here but I quack like a dog
that pass gats so I put the gas mask on the mic
there were blasts cause I do it it's my task
And all the jumper the guys that I see to me pass the class
Check out the vocab, it'll get out, then get it, do it again
gift of the guy if you're good you're good, if you're bad you're bad
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
[Pras]
One, two (ONE, TWO), three, four (THREE, FOUR)
Hardcore (HARDCORE), hardcore (HARDCORE)
Yo, watch yourself for your health I'll snatch your last breath
Then I left you up for another one bites the dust
You couldn't ride me if you went behind the bush, gush
Leave the style alone, don't try to follow me
Cause a life of the hood make it a little triggery
So keep your eyes on the prize, don't be surprised
Cause on my half I may pull out a semi-automatic sixty-eight
watch around my back it's mainly static
Droppin' emcees like a bad habit
Here come the Pras with a new package
[Wyclef Jean]
Mad and they ignorance, think they can test the performance of an ancient (RAPPER!!)
Let me break it down in a dialect (BADDER!!)
Easier said than what the mono said
cause there's more than righter rapper, paid for the rapper be-bop
Cause he said everybody's rappin', them and they momma
So when I grab the mic I grab it like a gangster
Microphone sniper cause it'll be the prowler
[Mad Spider]
Launch it, it's trife, no magic, the realistic maggot
Don't leave the gadget or you'll be gat it
Simple - the riddle, who's the monkey in the middle
What's the goose - um!
So let me cut his neck loose yo
I keep it positive and not so negative
These is when you diss, emcees take it
So send it to they call the battle
I'ma raw I let it rappin' now I'm more
your ball, you're waitin' for me to fall, but I won't, ssss...
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
[Levi]
I gotta jump on the A-Train, I saw cat with a scat he was blowin' like coal-train
My boys' said give him a call, I gave him a dollar, he said are you a rapper?
Kids have a seat and don't miss a beat and listen to the battle of the saxin' in your emcee
[Wyclef Jean]
Now Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock call
(It could mean rewind the gun-check me baby)
[Lauryn Hill]
I rock and shock the dough is show squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'
(It could mean rewind the gun-check me baby)
I rock and shock the dough is show squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'
Coolin' breezin' at the teas and how can emcees do was sneeze
(FLOWER, BLOW!!)
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
Wyclef
[PACE 1]
Yo this was how the West was won,
Our motto, a true Desperado.
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James Character
And get they bones fractured.
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
Thrown off the building like the Fall guy
Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave
Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher
If you see him coming, you better start running
Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming.
PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah Digga likes the roaches
If anyone approaches
We be like noches, buenos
And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.
(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours.
Bust this scenario, can't no other n***ers in the barrio
(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
It's apparent, you're no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle.
Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof
Burnin' n***ers like I'm 90 proof.
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists
Muthaf***as gettin' dissed
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees
It be more n***as than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes.
(You've got to know when to hold them,
Know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.
Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?"
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,
We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as.
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd s**t
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
N***as who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker.
Stick and slide with vigor
City streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin'
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
[Clef]
Pick up your microphones.
Ha, Haa
Pick up your microphones.
[CHORUS:]
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily
Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany.
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily
Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
[LAURYN:]
I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinking of all them kids that try to do this
For all the wrong reasons
Seasons change, mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love Doctor Strange
I'm tame like the rapper,
Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got your whole block saying "TRUE DAT"
If only they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your soul for some secular
Muzak that's wack,
Plus you use that, loop over and over
Claiming that you got a new style
Your attempts are futile, Woo chile
Your purile,
Brain waves are sterile
You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's
Laced with malice
Hands get calloused
From grippin' microphones from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don't believe me,
I get Inner Visions like Stevie
See me, essential from the chalice like the weed be
Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad
MC's make me vomit
I get controversial
Freak your style with no rehearsal
Ooo, contraire mon frere
Don't you even go there
Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego,
We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco-Vision
My mind makes incisions in your anatomy
And I'll back this with Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God made this word
You can't get with this
Sweet like licorice,
Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.
[CHORUS (REPEAT 4X):]
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily
Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
[CLEF:]
I used to be underrated
Now I take iron, makes my s*** constipated
I'm more concentrated.
So on my day off,
With David Sonnenberg I play golf
Run through Crown Heights screaming out, Mazel Tov!
Problem with no man
Before black, I'm first human
Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand
Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under
One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Motolla
Momma always told me "You're one in a million"
Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a record deal, "How does it feel?"
I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal.
Cause the whole world's out of order
So at night the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guiness Stout
Brother brother can't you get this through your head
This is set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra-reds.
[CHORUS (REPEAT 3X):]
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily
Many Moni Say me say manymanymany
[PRAZ:]
Too many MC's not enough Mic's
Exit your show like I exit the turnpike
Dice and dynamite like Dolomite
Double deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke
Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night
Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)
And my panache will mosh your entourage
Squash your squad and hide dey bodies under my garage.
And when the cops come lookin'
I'll be bookin' thru Brooklyn
Leave the trails broken flippin' tokens to Hoboken
A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin
Drivin' in my fast car playin' Tracy Chapman
[CHORUS (Repeat to end):]
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the daily,
We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one,
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned.
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn.
Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm.
Damn, Another dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade.
That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion.
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon,
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's.
See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees.
Hey Hey Hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Say say say
Like Paul McCartney, not hardly,
ODD-ly enough
I can see right through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", Cried when Cochise died.
I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes,
Don't remove my Polos on the first episode.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on
the Fu-Gee-La.
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories,
Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees,
Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me.
From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like,
Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan.
What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion.
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Chorus
You got the vocab
I got the vocab
You got the vocab
You know I got the vocab
You got the vocab
I got the vocab
Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em I got the gift o' gab
Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself. (x3)
Hey yo catch me when I'm sober, but now I drink for the belt.
So pass the root straight to the right hand side.
Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high.
I said it's big emergency mind your busy body
He hit me. I broke his nose. The referee's Mr Fuji.
So hey to the blue jay, mocking bird don't mock.
The last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot.
So Mr Rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am
He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make F.M.
Station. You're Haitian. You'll never get nowhere.
But I sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here.
So now when I back track
I back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back.
You think I'm cool I think you're cruel so here's a shell cap.
On your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped.
Ratatatat.
Chorus
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope (?) (x3)
Boat people here we go Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho Yeah
Some quest for the truth, some bust a loop.
And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods.
And if I should a choose to be one
Then I will be a ???? hoodin' with books and look to kill.
My proof is in my puddin'
If I chill in the hood would you be say that I'm hoodin'?
Now. Let me exercise a new style that will brutalise
MCs into a warpath genocide.
Nobody move, nobody get hurt. It's a homocide
So jump jump punks ready to get stuck.
Evil Kenevil was my man, someone for the stunts.
I'm mostly fillies, I'm just straight up front, ha.
Meat ya tryin' to light up you get blast like nitrogen.
Runnin' for mercy, runnin' for oxygen.
Bad L.A. meat you're better off comittin' suicide.
I shoot the lip so high I strip you of your carbon dioxide
Rock-a-bye the lullaby he be singin' 'Oh my'.
Boof Baff another son a go die.
What's the matter with the black man? (Black man) (x2)
Now a statistic. So dreams of her become realistic.
Poor bastard gets mystic I don't believe you checked the psychic
Emancipate your mind. Don't set the limit. Reach the summit.
Free your spirit 'cause your blunted
From the lyrics I just stuttered.
'Live off the streets' says the brother with the machete.
'Live off the lady' says the brother with the glock in patrol.
I live logically, no weak slave to poverty.
You see it's very easy to slip between the asphalt sheet.
Brothers from my way they used to get mad plays.
Till they caught us bustin' doughnuts 'til the break of day.
Brother, my brother, you played me undercover.
She wouldn't be your lover so now you tried to dis her
For sister. You missed her but ask yourself a question.
Can I make a suggestion? I need a true confession.
Is she skivs 'cause the skin that she's in makes you sin?
Does you hit her just to get her integrate another sister?
Mister. I asked him for a hanky. He asked if he could spank me.
So why'd you disrespect me, sir?
Were you thinking I'm misguided or were you tryin to hide it
That you had no father figure.
Which? Check out your wackness. It won't distrust my blackness.
I wonder for a smack, but don't think that it would help this.
What's the matter with the black man (Black man)
All original gunman dem original good (Bahahahahahahaha) (x2)
Come jackin' it up an' I bad an' me fell in ma booby trap
With a rappin' up for the eight track play back laid back sit back
An I'll ???? an me runnin' ???? as a matter a fact
'Cause I trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back. Woah!
United we stand, divided we crumble.
What's the flavour? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall (x2)
These days every man want to be a god.
Lay down the gun every man on the floor.
But the real gunman him not play Hollywood role.
Because he pull out his gun and send another boy down.
Watch us bleed. Another gunman go bleed.
Watch us bleed. If I used up all my dust I got ????
Watch us bleed. Me up an' comin' ready.
Watch us bleed. Watch us for original Tranzlator Crew.
Oh, er, every time we come, we come correct, see.
We out.
Mista mista
Can I get five dollars
So I can get something to eat
Hell no motherfucka
You can't get no money from me
Cause everytime I give you a dollar
You go get shot up with more and more needles
And you tell me that you're drug free
Drug free
Mista mista
I haven't ate anything for a week
Can I get a quarter?
Hell no motherfucka
What can a quarter get you?
Nothing motherfucka
You are just fucked up
Off them fucked up drugs
You know you need to leave alone
But you keep telling me that you're drug free
Motherfucka
You ain't drug free, you're a fiend
And everytime I try to help you
You pretend as if it's okay
Then later on in the week
You go back to shootin' needles, to sniffin'
Oh mf, but you told me you were drug free
Drug free
You ain't drug free motherfucka
Where I was born, nothing is promised
My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus
Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth of agility
Who will it be to test me and expose their futility.
Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard,
I think I smell your brain cells fryin'.
The family's behind you if you're worthy
Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey
Troops with scully hats and Timberland boots
No more break-dancing for loot.
Niggas hustle and shoot
In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals
Government funds are minimal
Oppression's subliminal
These days it's hard for we to find peace of mind
Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line.
Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels
A stone age and fall a victim to the Plague
Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend, one last kiss from my sweet serpentine
Eliminate then break, navigate to rejuvenate thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate.
Reconcilation came from my enemy-friend
Who said family don't bend
We stay silent till the end.
Now who would think that your best friend
Would be your worst enemy and your enemy your best friend.
Stare into the air inspiration from the atmosphere
I think of old ghosts, that ain't even here.
Like Alex Haley take notes on this Biography
My family tree consists of street refugees.
A ghetto land, where we talk slang
Stolen cars bang, like my chitty bang-bang sh-bang
For the heads, we ain't sellin' cocaine today
So refrain and let my family reign okay
Just walkin' the streets death can take you away
It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day
of Shaton don't play
At night the evil armies So defend the family that's the code to obey
But if I fall asleep and death takes me away
Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
So the family sticks together and we never betray.
Nah F**k that
Fifty-two pick up, no cops around
Fifty-two thousand in cash, I don't want no savings bonds
Have the money ready, I smell something fishy
Your wife's in my custody
One false move and you'll find her body in the sea.
That's the voice of the kid, that's the kidnapper
I do my work and then I catch my ticket to Jamaica.
Meet me in the alley, make sure you bring the money
This ain't the seventies I'm far from a jive turkey
My circle it can't be broken
Open, cut-throatin', provokin'
Record promotin, tokens chokin' on they words like smoke and.
Cause we soft spoken, doesn't mean that we've forgotten
Your bootie smells rotten and one day you will be gotten
See joker's is scatter-brained, their focus is unrestrained
My army is trained, you never find us beefin' in vain.
Cause I've seen fire and I've seen rain
You claim fame, while modest niggas remain.
I can judge a character like Ito judge a verdict
And if you bringin' threats I give you sex if I ain't heard it.
See poppin' s***'s about your attitude and how you word it
I've seen the biggest niggas on the block get murdered
And they deserverd it
Or so the beast said when they served it ???
That s*** is nervous
So what's my purpose?
Family, we must preserve it.
Your number's retired
I hope you like the hell fires
You'll be screamin' Murder she Wrote like Chaka Demus and Pliars.
Just walkin' the streets death can take you away
It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
So defend the family that's the code to obey
If I should fall asleep and death takes me away
Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
So the family stick together and we never betray.
We used to jump rope,
But now we gun hope
Bustin' shots off of project roof tops
Sending signals with the blunt smoke.
Ock, don't talk a lot if you can't hold it in lock
If you think lips sink ships,
Imagine full glock clips.
I hold a glass of Remy Martin
Gettin' milks by the carton
Extortin' the light weights for thinkin' they important
The night pays and heavenly ways
Ain't nothin' free ah
Knowledge of your family and steppin' to your B.I.
You see I, stay on top of s*** like a fly
My niggas reach when they got beef
Then jet down to South Beach
Yo mouthpiece is yappin'
I hear it in your rap and
My family is thick so that bulls*** could never happen.
Just walkin' the streets death can take you away
It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
So defend the family that's the code to obey
If I should fall asleep and death takes me away
Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
[(Wyclef) Lauryn in parentheses]
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp unh! Ahh!)
Yo...It never stops, what?!
We comin' back! (Murder dat buoy!)
Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!)
[Wyclef]
Jericho sound...
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!)
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)
Yo! We 'bout to set it! (L-Boogie, yes yo, what?!)
We 'bout to set it! (We'bout to set it!)
Yes! We 'bout to set it! (We 'bout to set it!)
[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill - Verse One]
Yo, L won't take the mark though I swim with sharks
I make the dark see the light
Board the ark for forty nights
Times reveal a broken seal, like a (pause) fiend steal
You for fake, I'm for real, like Jesus Christ's last meal
You make deals with devils
The soul descends infinite levels
Pray to God I see the next, rescripture in Holy text then
ask to be forgiven for premarital sex
In the same breath I speak with death about the times
and how many joined his army over bullshit rhymes
You see L change the topic, clear as fiber-optics
Make talk about your clothes become microscopic decisions
Young bitches in prison, messing 'round with that life
Thug, drug dealer wife
Consequence cut like a knife, then we learned that
only Jah and God can protect
You know the story, housing projects is purgatory
So, teach the youths they got more rights than Miranda
Tell 'em this whole shit is propaganda! Word!
[Wyclef]
Yo, sound system, you know what I'm sayin'?!
Jericho Sound...System!
Turn up your sound...Systems!
[Wyclef - Verse Two]
Yo, here he comes down the road
A black Maserati, what up Raheem? (Whatup?! Whatup?! Whatup?!)
He never fought unless necessary
You shot at? He shot back
The whole block felt the bang
Last man to fight with his fists his name was Jackie Chan
Not Charles Brownson
Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols
Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking
Cold freezer, so your body won't be stinkin'
Read the will, he left the bills for his daughter Soleil
Last words written just before he got killed
Woman cry (Crying)
Why wasn't I the one?
Not knowing, the omen was her son DAMIEN! (Demonic voice in background)
Father forgive 'em, for they know not what they done
Their meaning of fun is who can draw the quicker gun
Easy with the fizi
Second rate the violence
Those who disagree hear your ashes blow in silence!
[Wyclef]
Yo! Turn up your sound system!
This is the Refugee Camp!
Jericho Sound System!
Know what I'm sayin'?!
Te Bass production!
Refugee Camp collaboration!
Turn up your sound system!
Come on! Turn up your boom system!
This is how we do, turn it up, come on!
[Prakazrel "Pras" - Verse Three]
From the heart of Kingston, to the streets of Brooklyn-Marcy
All the way to the highest peak of any frequency, unhh!
Illegal aliens, them all run invasions
Broadcasting all over your radio stations (Radio station!) - Lauryn
Mathematics, lead me to believe
there's mysteries in numbers
Lightning and thunder
Enough, ribbons in the sky (Ribbon In The Sky!)
To make Stevie Wonder
and man it works, to say I come from down under (Come from down under!)
The wiz kid got no ride
You frontin' at the bar (You frontin' at the bar!)
You ain't a star
You rolled up in somebody else's car (You rolled up in somebody else's car!)
You know the deal! BMW, Black Man Walking, came home your
Timberlands was talkin'! (Uh huh)
(Addressing Jeru) Niggas jealous 'cause the truth I said in Zealots
Well let me tell it...Without Premier you couldn't sell it!!!
[Lauryn]
Murder dat buoy!!!
[Wyclef - outro]
We 'bout to set it, Yes! Yes!
Jericho Sound!
L-Boogie you know what I'm sayin?
We gonna come like Star Wars, you know what I'm saying?
We 'bout to set it!
Nineteen ninety seven to the year two thousand and one!
Ichi-Bang! Even in Japan!
Yo, L you know the flavor!
Battle star galactical!
Who wanna battle?! Battle star galactical!
Come on! You know the flavor!
Jericho Allstars
(Something in Creole)
You know what I'm saying? You know, like the V
Remember V, the old show we used to watch that?
Yo...You know what I mean?! We 'bout to set it!
Know what I'm sayin'! We 'bout to take y'all, you know what I'm sayin'?!
Remember Mork & Mindy? We used to sit back, Happy Days
you know what I'm saying? We 'bout to set it, but yo!
Kids ain't playin' that no more, know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas packin' pistols, once you hear the whistle, we 'bout to set it!
You know what I mean? Yo! You know the flavor! You know what I mean?!
Yo man! You know what I'm saying?!
Good Times, J.J....
[Lauryn 'L-Boogie' Hill]
Ready Or Not (9x)...
[Lauryn Singing]
You can't run away
From these styles I got oh baby,
hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah
Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh yeah!
[Wyclef - Verse One]
Yo! Now that I escape, selling five million plates
My beeper vibrates, like California earthquakes
But I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're not
M.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox
Still ichi bang, wack M.C.'s get the gong!
Lyrical tongue
Wireless mics from Samsung
Wyclef, seduced once by an actress
Angela Basset wanted the head of Jean Baptiste
Meanwhile across town, I steal no money to Carlito
Mama always said don't gamble
I'm trapped in casino
No more money in my bags
Nightmares, getting closer
I slept on Elm Street, Freddy Kruger
Woke up with a German Luger
Black serial killer, man turns to gorilla
Provoked I change faces like Michael Jackson's Thriller
B-B-B-B-B-Boo! (Imitating young Michael Jackson)
And you don't stop!!!
[Lauryn - Chorus]
Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break!
If any joker come fe' test another life we take!
'Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist!
So scientist, lyricist, pop your pen intense (?)! ( 2x )
[Lauryn - Verse Two]
If I could change the times, and make rhymes, raise the babies
Give all the pigs rabies
Send biting niggas to Haiti's
Clothe young ladies
Chase the rainbow, find the pot
Free the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lot
Lose the fame
Take the money
Play boys, just like the bunny
Find a man with a plan
Slap a chicken, If she acts funny
Break the bank, on tank
Stop niggas from acting stank
Take over your bounty rovers
Teach a man to find Jehovah
Own the stores, own the tours
Watch the record, pimps and whores
Make love, stop the wars
Cop the land, like the Moors
Make the last be the first
Make the God respect the Earth
Change the murder rate to the birth! Bust it!
[Lauryn Singing]
Ready Or Not
Here I come
You can't hide!
Gonna find you! And take it slowly!
Ready Or Not
Here I come
You can't hide!
Gonna find you! And make you want me!
[Pras - Verse Three]
No more tours, no more scores
Por favor senor, I tempt crews, like a bull to a matador
Run you for your Range Rover, Like that!
Leave you in a broken Nova, Like that!!
Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! (Wyclef in background)
Rather be slaughtered, than be captured!
Three refugees, one unusual suspect
A snitch at the table, how far will your trust get?
Lust got you busted, unlocking my vault
Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt
Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark
Or get marked, like a narc, as The Beast in Nu Yok (New York)
[Lauryn - Singing]
You can't run away
From these styles I got oh baby,
hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah
Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh no!
[Chorus - 3x]
A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say
I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn.
Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet.
Good friends we had,
Good friends we've lost along the way.
In this great future you can't forget your past,
So dry your tears I say
And to my peeps who passed
Away,
No woman, no cry, no woman no cry, say say say.
Hey little sister don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say.
I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in Jersey,
And little Georgie would make the firelight,
As stolen cars passed through the night
And then we'd hit the corner store for Roots, paper, and brew.
My drink's my only remedy
For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty,
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright,
Fugees come to the dance tonight, everything's gonna be alright,
O everything's gonna be alright,
The gun man's in the house tonight,
But everything's gonna be alright.
No woman no cry, no woman no cry.
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
no woman no cry say say say.
I remember when we used to sit in a government yard in Trenchtown.
The hypocrites as they mingled with the good people we meet.
Good friends we had Oh good friends we've lost
Along the way hey.
In this great future,
You can't forget your past so dry your tears I say
And no woman no cry. No woman no cry say say say.
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Make you want me.
Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake
Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
Jail bars ain't golden gates
Those who fake, they break,
When they meet their 400 pound mate
If I could rule the world
Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course
When giddyupin' on their horse
I Kick a rhyme drinkin' moonshine
I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep
Thinkin' 'bout the robbery that I did last week.
Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag
I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad
Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit
My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist.
I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends,
A born again hooligan only to be king again.
I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest,
No stress
If you don't smoke sess, lest.
I must confess, my destiny's manifest
In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess,
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, YES
Bless you if you represent the Fu
But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're Doo Doo
Voo Doo,
I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME
Frontin' niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone
I'll be Nina Simone
And defacating on your microphone.
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
You can't run away
From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby
Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
And anywhere you go
My whole crew's gonna know
You can't hide from the block, oh no.
Ready or not, refugees takin' over
The Buffalo soldier, dread-lock rhasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover, now they're under pushin' up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die,
Toss me high - only puff la,
With my crew from lock high
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
[CLEF:]
I woke up this morning
I was feeling kind of high
It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie
Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,
Jah Rhastafari,
Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,
Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples
Give me a clue who could do this to you?
The kid on the block who makes less money than you.
Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver
All he got to do is deliver the savior
Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck
My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up
The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest
I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest
Father if possible, pass this cup before me,
But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.
[LAURYN:]
You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned
I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned
And time it turned,
He tried to burn me like a perm
Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn
From um, some, dumb woman, was I,
And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.
My heart must have died a thousand deaths
Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath
Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest
Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest
Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less
when my peoples would protest,
I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex
More than just the sex
I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test
I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette
But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST
[PRAZ:]
Gun-clap Shell cap,
Got them crawling on they back
Come through with the Fu
They be who the F**k is that
It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu
Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil
Lethal injection, witness protection
Refugee camp's under investigation
Gunshot bursts in all directions
For the wack MC's we read your revelations
Discharge through your pores
Get raw and kill Boors
I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour
Some manifest, with slugs in they chest
[Intro/Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Delivered straight from the temple
Hip-hop ya don't stop
One o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock, ROCK!!
[Lauryn Hill]
Well as an infant I was born into religion
My mother called me back - this brother she forgot to mention
Was just one baptist - me! The stories o' God sent
His only forgotten sooonnn who gave his life
to make sure that I would have one
As I learned in Sunday School, he's got to care
of who's ready to disrespect, my mother and father would be Taboo
But as I grew, I met a Jew, a Catholic
and the pastor just couldn't figure out where baptist fit
Hastily ya paid me that'cha make me sing
Brother has confronted me, mister ??
I get Jehovah, a Buddha or shall I call you Adder
or though rich for tellin' me brother
I just like to be a scholar on the subject called realogy
So that's how I might figure
why they call themselves Christians, ya still call me nigga
And off to store a black hole leaves no control over thought
I leave my body to see the pits
go high when the physical takes control
No communications with the inner stealth
The prize is the up the wise, wise who has a spiritual health
Now to explain they had the problems/visions of gettin' along with herself
She bought a corner, cornered herself and becomes a mourner
Logic brothers...
(Ahhh, yo sister can Praswell and Wyclef get some, check it out)
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Delivered straight from the temple
Hip-hop ya don't stop
One o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock, ROCK!!
[Wyclef Jean]
Delivered straight from the (TEMPLE), I had no time to (SAMPLE)
My cousin's name was (SAMUEL), I wasn't allowed to use the turntables
My dad was a preacher, so rap music was your devilism
And if it wasn't say: Thank You Lord, I couldn't listen
So why you s-sneak to listen to DJ Red Alert?
To check the competition, a DJ Red Alert goes berserk
Cause as a young lad, I had a big rap pad
Cause he who wanted to practice would someday be the greatest guy
So I checked them as they flippin' sometimes
they're not flippin', they think they rippin'-rappin'
the only rappin' they doin' is in they room before they packin'
You gained the world sucker, but you lost your soul
(The devil approach you us, all you do is tell a foe)
Life after death could be eternal fire
So some get blunted but you're back all on this when it's all over
Mama said that blunt was a stunt to the brain
So some say: I don't smoke but on a sneak-tip he sniff coke
He won the lotto but now he dies of an overdose
While the bum he picked a hole to sleep he wanted a deep throat
So ask yourself the question: Who's really maxin'?
Cause some check in but don't check out and either Hell or Heaven high
But to some Earth is Hell and Heaven's death
So they predict to be Haiti's and kill till there's nothin' left, hah
But I'ma hit with a gun, that's harder than all guns
Mic check from the temple, check the Tech
(And start the nuzzle to get wreck)
Can I get a witness? (Check the Tech)
Get wreck (Check the Tech), check the Tech
(And start the nuzzle to get wreck), can I get a witness?
(Check the Techs), here we go yo
Well I arrive let me tell you what I see in my third eye
Many die they call a battle, they got crucified
Justice, is righteous, in the eyes of the beholder
While the, younger the better but the, older the wiser
Mama used to read in deep from the book of powers
But the bird said the word was absurd, have ya heard?
Knowledge - I come to teach while I increase ya decrease
Some say peace, but on a street a .45's my piece
[Pras]
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise me two things
try all my cheap - COME!!
On the nineteenth of October I remember
startin' my life as a natural leaver
Cause I lick one-two-three-four-five-six-seven shots
While any priest here builds his church on a solid rock, hit me
So feel the spirit comin' from the Heaven above
(Ay, Pras, how could you be a hood in full of so much love?)
I said: On every man chest there breathes a heart
[CLEF]
We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one
Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang,
Listen Mrs. Tin Can
I'm your candy handy man
Me without you is like American without the Band Stand
Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,
All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe
Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude,
My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
Doo doo comes out your anal
Just because your buff, don't play tuff
Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.
[LAURYN]:CHORUS
Ooooh La La La,
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
[FORTE]
I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La
Bust when we rush,
Through you must, know ruckus
Crew got G's like the refu's
So F who
Ever want to test
Bring me stress,
West coast back to east,
Grab my toast when I reach
Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban,
Sippin' Bourbon, surviving
We real to keep the word when
A boy want fa testthis set
Then you get wet-up
Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet
[LAURYN]
Fake bullets can't scar me
I can smell the weak out like safari
Play you out like Atari
Sacrifice you Hari Kari
And I'm sorry,
To every single rapper, Dick and Harry
Saying they want to spar me
Cause how thick my repertoire
And my memoir be
Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
[LAURYN]:CHORUS
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
[PRAZ]
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies
Flea to sea, Ship my keys
On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas
(They keep telling me this and telling me that)
They smile in my face then they talk behind my back
But what they lack is the facts about my stats
My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack
[CLEF] 2X
Ayo, What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon,
Trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion.
[Lauryn - Verse One] - (Pras in parentheses)
Yo! Yo! What?!
I heard he sang a good song, yeah!
Yo...I heard he had a style
And so, I came to see him and listen for awhile! (Yo, yo, yo, yo...unh,unh)
What?! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!...And there he was, this young bra!
(Just a lil' kid chillin' on a...unh)
Ha-Ha! Stranger to my eyes! (C'mon, what?! Unh, Ahh!)
[Chorus] - (Wyclef Pras in parentheses) {Pras in brackets}
Strummin' my pain with his fingers, yo! (One time!)
Singing my life with his words...Two times! (Two times!) {Come on!}
Killing Me Softly With His Song...Killing Me Softly! {Yo! Unh-uh! Unh-unh-
unh-unh!}
With His Song, telling my whole life! {Ha! Unh, unh!}
With his words, Killing Me...Softly! Yo, yo...Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
{Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo, unh!}
With His...Song! (Yo L-Boogie!) (Throw 'em off the bridge!) - Wyclef
[Bridge]
[Chorus 1x]
Intro: Lauryn Hill
Yo, this is the Fugees
Refugees
About to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of the Booka basement
The basement, word
Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es
An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld
Verse One: Lauryn Hill
Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own soul
Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb
But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style
Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see
I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard
[Lauryn Hill]
(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab
(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
Verse Two: Prazwell
Then cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo
And when I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo
You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques
Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme vous?
WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh
Say o-ur father, who art in heaven
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh
[Prazwell]
(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
Verse Three: Wyclef
Check it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE
Kill the gimmick
It's nonsense, it's no sense or value
a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that
'Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!'... and...
Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became gats and
Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?
I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter
Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but
my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!
See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop
from be-bop to bee-bee
[Lauryn Hill]
(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab
(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab
(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab
(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab
(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
[Wyclef responding to an overlord voice]
THE YEAR
Two-thousand and seventeen master!
THE MAN
Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized
THE MISSION
To carry out the word of the shephard into this cold world
that just keeps folding
THE GROUP
I don't know...
WHO IS THE GROUP
Tran...Tranzlators!!
[Lauryn Hill]
What can make a mighty man run?
Make him drop his pride and hide?
Too black, too strong... WRONG
Spook Sambo Nigga Jane
You ain't so bad, nor big
White sheets make you sad
Fraid you're gonna hang, ahhh
Now THAT'S a black thang
Boy, you scared of me
BOO! See
Hide nigga hide, flee nigga flee run nigga run
If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun
My rope
We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn, Another dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade
That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Becoming Enemies of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing
Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons 'till high noon
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's
See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees
Hey Hey Hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Say say say
Like Paul McCartney, not hardly
Oddly enough
I can see right through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, we bust
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", Cried when Cochise died
I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes
Don't remove my Polos on the first episode
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect Jersey, 'cause I'm superfly when I'm super high on
The Fu-Gee-La
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees
Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories
Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees
Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me
From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like
Farakkhan reads his Daily Koran it's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan
What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion
What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Lauryn: Brethren dont cut me when i'm going. I dont hear myself. We bout to drop, drop drop drop. You can bring the beat up a little bit in the headphones. Bring the beat up a little bit. We bout to drop. We bout to drop, drop, drop, drop.
L-Boogie:
I got moxy, I’m so d**n foxy
Industry try to block me like cops and paparazzi
Full stop, Don’t copy, Just cop me properly
Everybody same policy, universal equality
Responsibility, polity, to survive economically
Some people do it comically, Fruits of freedom, equality
Invest your money properly, people own me apology
Intellectual property, stealing stolen commodity
Souls searching or controlling and robbery, Cold lack of comradere
Clones, Copy-cats bother me, Mine, Own, Blind cats, follow me
Honesty, honesty, honestly, all these jokes are common-league
Puppets with no autonomy
Yup Its Fugees Entirely
Chorus
I see you looking but you better take it easy
Tell your crew I said tell em take it easy
Here’s come the rocket launcher, you better take it easy, take it easy, take it easy
(Lauryn: too sleazy)
Too much ex mami, take it easy
Good with the sex mami, you'll be like, take it easy
Ay papi, better take it easy, take is easy, take it easy
Clef:
You movin bricks but you better take it easy
Here’s a tip, you’re too flashy
I don’t tip twice, but you best friend he DT
And that dog sniffin in the back ain’t Lassie
And I ain’t rhymed in a minute, but ya’ll ain’t catch up
And that ain’t blood on your shirt, man that’s ketchup (That’s ketchup)
Picture Clef getting a writer to give him help
I’d rather kill myself become a ghost and write for myself (OH MY GOD!!)(***see C)
Cuss I’m the top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity, MC (Bing!)
I flow for the thugs, gypsies, and hippies (Bing!)
A ghetto maestro with a Nat Turner flow (Bing!)
Malcolm X come out, hit the Klu Kulx Show (SHOOWOOWOO)
Chorus
I see you looking but you better take it easy
Tell your goons that they better take it easy
Here’s come the rocket launcher, take it easy, take it easy, you better take it easy (Lauryn: too sleazy)
Too much ex mami, take it easy
Good with the sex you'll be like take it easy
Ay papi, mami take it easy, take is easy, you better take it easy
L-Boogie:
Don’t you know
originals get plagerized, majors minors, must supervise
Haters, Climbers get scrutinized, Placaters, Blind and stupid guys
Wicked people choose homicide, Dregs of society heathen dem
Beggars, bogus misleading dem, Nigra, Negro, Negrito dem
Angelitos con libre dem, Chico’s, Chica’s completing them
Addiction, fiction, bleeding them, capitalism eating them,
Misunderstanding cheatin them, The ignorance defeating them
True loyalty is leaving them, got royalty believing them
Eyes open deceiving them, Reconciling, Receiving them
Reckless driving and grieving them, Matthew Andrew and Peter them
(Slow down)
We bout to reconcile (repeat)
We bout to reconcile (reconcile)
We bout to reconcile(recon, recon, reconcile)
We bout to reconcile, (tell em to give off my style) (Slow Down)
We bout to reconcile (reconcile like Public Enemy)
We bout to reconcile (Slow Down) (reconciliation) (tell em to get off my style)
We bout to reconcile(running with my crew again)
We bout to reconcile (Slow Down) (tell them to get my off style) (repeat)
Pras:
Stop the track, what ya’ll thought I wasn’t coming
been in the L.A., few flicks, few millions
back with the Fugees, foo-fighting for a few billions
dub plate dealing, sound boy killin
anything we do, we want that cap for me realin?
Angelo, Simone, Michelle, you know them willin,
Can’t fight the feelin, when I pull in the SFR, every girl love’s a ghetto superstar (that’s Pras baby)
Run hip hop like pin stripe Lees and
I got love for my crew like Big had for Cease (C’s)
Pull and sqeeze on these MC’s,
I don’t really wanna do it, take it easy
I see you looking but you better take it easy
Tell your goons that they better take it easy
Here’s come the rocket launcher, take it easy, take it easy, you better take it easy (Lauryn: too sleazy)
Too much ex mami, take it easy
Good with the sex you'll be like take it easy
Ay papi, mami take it easy, take is easy, you better take it easy
We got L-Boogie in the house (Lauryn: what)
Prazwell in the house,
Clef,
Jerry Wonder, yeah
Big Ro (Rohan) I see you in the back
Let’s get this thing started
Let’s stay focused, focused, focused, focused
Oh, If you don’t know what’s goin on man
The Fugees back on the street, serious thing right now
[Lauryn Hill]
AhhhhhH!
Check the crippled man, sittin in the church
My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt
She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs
And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie
Hi/I check Jimmy cuttin hair at the barbershop
He plays the bass guitar, like David plays the harp
His knowledge name is Greek, cause whenever he speaks
He's got the wisdom of King Solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep
Sometimes he thought of the fame in Madison Square Garden
So some seek stardom, but they forget Harlem
But seeking first of all the kingdom of God is what my pops told me
So if I fall, could the choir catch me
I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan
Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom
So who's side am I on? I'm on the righteous
Always check the lyrics, no time to contradict
[Chorus:]
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem [3X]
They/brothers/sisters/families/people/we/brothers
keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty
Well aiyyo family I beseech you, in the hopes that I may reach you
My mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come someday
Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild
And teachers disliked me, cause I knew where my culture be
So now yeah mom I read history, I can't neglect my passion see
Rock it's kind of new to me, cause my true love was poetry
White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey
built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like to save you from the wicked
D-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet
The black to mourn, tomorrow's death
The evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this violence why?
Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it
Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me
see what's hard for me that don't make you flee
when I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain't never after me
So yo I be wised up with Greek
To go and be, the last and good and see what's wrong with me
and through your insecurity of me and my ability
So bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy
to tell the truth and not to lie? Oh my...
[Chorus 2X]
But as I grew, I knew cause the master told me
from a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby
Life is so short, hardcore becomes hard-corpse
Step in a coffin where the money's no longer the source
[singing]
There we go, there we go, there we go
I got mine now won't you get yours, we never open doors
so we neglect, and don't protect the ones that's not
people never really seem to care
And then they cry out, "My people! Why aren't we treated equal?"
As we flee, we flee our own communities
We leave our family in poverty
And then we blame it on another, so family please recover
Oh c'mon please come now with you can come with me now and blow now
if you want to, we're through...
[Wyclef]
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with literature
Taking kingdoms from tsars
Winning more wars than the Moors
[Forte]
Hey, what's the deal?
I seen the Devil spar with Allah
Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is me
To show the Free Bob right
The righteous Asiatic thinker
While Satan rob light
Civilised like the Molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in
[Q-Tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness
Hands blistered from holding the mics tight
Some say it's fright night
Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your breath
The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation
Yo, you saw my lubrication
You can see this occupation (The winner)
Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough
L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw
[Lauryn Hill]
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)
Scribe check make connects
True pyramid architects (yeah)
Replace the last name with the X (X)
The man's got a God complex
But take the text and change the picture
Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures
Take orders from only God
Only war when it's Jihad
See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years
But we the people dark but equal give love to such things
To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings
Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)
Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)
Robbing blue collar
(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)
Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)
We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)
(We're dealing with too many liars)
From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)
We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)
Send me an angel in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
[Ali Shaheed Muhammad]
Once the pen hits the pad it's danger
To this I be no stranger
Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)
I'm hearing no comments
Everyone looks dispondent
Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston
Catching lists
Beat it, sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to
Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through
[Prazwell]
We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate
One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake
Many lies put up for stakes
Wash our sins at the Great Lakes
You and I cannot see eye to eye
So therefore we cannot relate
I'm here when I make myself crystal clear
You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble
Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle
[Busta Rhymes]
I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script
Taking trips to Zimbabwe
Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)
It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)
Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten
Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister
Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga
This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman
Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu
Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu
We watched the Rumble In The Jungle
To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble
Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones
With the force of a thousnad warriors
When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious
Blocks on fire (You're a star)
(Blocks on fire)
Fiends getting higher (You're a star)
Robbing blue collar (You're a star)
(Yeah rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (You're a star)
Youths get tired (You're a star)
(Youths getting tired)
We're dealing with them liars (You're a star)
(We're dealing with too many liars)
From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)
[CLEF:]
We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one,
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned.
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn.
Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm.
Damn, Another dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade.
That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion.
[CHORUS (Lauryn):]
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
[LAURYN:]
Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon,
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's.
See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees.
Hey Hey Hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Say say say
Like Paul McCartney, not hardly,
ODD-ly enough
I can see right through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High", Cried when Cochise died.
I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes,
Don't remove my Polos on the first episode.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on
the Fu-Gee-La.
[(LAURYN) CHORUS:]
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
[PRAZ:]
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories,
Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees,
Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me.
From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like,
Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan.
[(CLEF) REPEAT 2X:]
What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion.
[(LAURYN) REPEAT CHORUS 2X:]
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Yo check it out. This is the boy Wyclef from Tranzlators, I'm coming from the
Booga Basement with a roots drink in my hands. So put the Rotts tonics in the
air, yeah cause I'm-a start this one off like THIS. Cause niggaz are living
like there ain't no tomorrow. I nuked this on the S900 cause I couldn't fford
a 1100. I'm-a start this one a little something like this. Here we go.
Hey yo people you're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You get caught in the terra asside em and ga morro
Father, forgeive him for he know not what he done
When the bum search for drums, the son search for condoms
He seek no, with his ring but with his head
That leave many dead in hospital beds; now you and death are newlyweds
So before I enter the tunnel I step back and shake it
Is it world the death or better life in a casket
Destuction of the flesh, new reporter wasn't coming
The devil cursed him cause he couldn't follow 10 commandments
Hook
Living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You open up your eyes and them was ga marrow. WOO!
Living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
Open up your eyes.
I called up the VP, she told me she was busy watching TV with Roxy
I told her I was coming, she said that ain't necessary
three's a crowd, so what's the philosophy?
Another girl trying to take my girl away from me, easy
Fuck the door, I jumped through the window
SOMEWHERE over the rainbow
Paranable and the bitch still in my home
Stick stick in your socket, I sacrifice you like a live rabbit
Fatal attraction the coffin's the cabinet
Cause in the 90's girls got dicks
So keep the light on and make sure that the chick don't that back
She said that she did it with some girl named Lisa
I said what's the boot yo, she pulled the camcorder
Bust it, so what's the charge, you called me a womanizor?
I tried to say sorrym she said say sorry for Taquisha.
Chairs come flying my way like balls at basketball practice.
Call the priest cause she's turning to the exorcist
She kicked me out cause she was paying for the apartment
That's real, you got no girl, if you got no money to spend
But she had loved me for my mind and my poetic skills
But bow i'm checking magazings and getting cheap thrills
Asking myself when will it end?
Cause when it came to sex, my hand was my best friends
Hook (Replace you're with I'm and me)
I had a cousin like a brother
He tried to play me undercover
He said I didn't bang her
But the girl was his secret lover
But I played stupid like my brain had no minerals
It's so hard to say good-bye we singing at the funeral
Girls smash it up easy, when they know they got the bugsy
He used to sleep alone, but now he's riding Mrs. Daisy
You say all my business my life's my life my knife's my knife
So I be the lion that guards the trife
But at the party, I still move my waistline
A girl approached me and asked me for the time
I said; no disrespect, but check the watch on your wrist
And if you're looking for a hit check Charles Bronson from Death Wish
Then All of a sudden her man pushed me from the back
I turned out real cool- I said why did you do that?
The name is Clef, Clef bon
Then mark my word that I'm-a break your fucking arm
Unless you apologize and pick on someone your size
Not too cookoo-hit you-but the 4 to the 5
Point it to your nose
Now your blood turns to snow.
Hook
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life has just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
I didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
I didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Hold up (3x)
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get right outta here
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get right outta here
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
Tell me if you want me to
I'll give you all my time
I wanna make it good for you
'Cause you blow my mind
I promise boy that I'll be true
You're the perfect find
So tell me if you want me too
(Intro)
(*inhales, then coughs*)
Ay, nigga pass me the blunt
(Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit)
(*inhales and coughing continues*)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, this is for dolo son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, c'mon pass the blunt man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the blunt man (hold it man)
Whassup man? (Yo, hold it up, aight, take the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, whassup? (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I ain't even get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man about the good ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man tryin' to keep this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know when you grab this man
You just be ciphin' knowledge man, knowledge as we buildin' up man
That's why they want no brothers to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'?
That's why they try to make it illegal man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, check this out man, this is, a natural herb man youknowI'msayin'?
It makes your body just and your mind just go to another...
(Yo, but hold - money you is talkin' too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just ciphin' man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when motherfuckers do that shit)...
(Wyclef Jean)
Y'all know there's a lot of emcees but just give my CHANCE ON THE MIC!!
Open the, open the, open the, open the, open the, open the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Open the safe with no key, it's easier than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a doggy
Some say on and on, but they mean ON-ON!!
I got tired of that new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to take it back to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's sellin' in the village
But I'm just privileged to makin' my home from my spirit
So when you hear me it's the man with the deeper thoughts
At night I can't sleep my brain keep movin' like a body on a horse
I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I construct on bricks
Some thoughts it wasn't until he said: "He sunk my battleship"
So hip-hip, load the clip, hip, I miss - DAMN!!
I pay my taxes so I won't mess with Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you stand still, some ask for refill
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or real
Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will
So mama should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own appeal
How does it feel - when a monkey is your I'll
In a J-A-I-L? I have no time to make bail
Saw someone to be macho like fritches that got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did their bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, between the fire and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring your Moses
Forget what fun-what time Moses
And someone goin' down and it ain't Gastor Douglass
Cause the roughest with the guy, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah hawk
Throw many fights in fought courts boss
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change your course
Say mama say mama say mama say what?
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean and Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
(Lauryn Hill)
Aiyyo, huh-huh, ho with the badder that run the (TENT!!)
Who walks really for lack of listenin' to the drum-set
You silly nimble bad as to my car don't put the bass
Oh on the table test the super lantra
You got caught all that toe with twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and drink a Gin on the Tech
Well their gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Captain Hook in so quick
We used to be partners 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be right cause you fight like it was a bitch
I had to change the rhythmic pattern and make sure it fit
So now when I go and see with she
I thought the pirates through a telescope
And bomb 'em like it's make-believe
Blow me my sword I out for my protection
Cause I might ship on landin' side and start an insurrection
A pirate had disguised himself as one of my crew
But I saw true and had to shake a him before he got through
Hey, hey guy the loot the booty, I formed like a ram
I gave an ultimatum and told him he could do time
But he argued and fought me, he tried to bust right
And so I took it upon myself to make the brother walk the plank
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
(Pras)
Fo'-to-the-fo'-to-the-fi-fe-come
I smell the blood of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man cannot understand
The hammer and the barrel hum
So when I get them someone will know where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that rocks will be the hand of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the drop of my snare drum
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the beat of my tum-tum
Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them walk like a doggy
It's like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy
You can't write a rhyme without the roots men-mentality
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly
To rhyme so dope I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
Missed it from a bomber-tacky lackin' all the bum
That get her to a to and fro, I guess they made me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the chant from cheers
But the chant from my peers that I know are really down with me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those that been since the beginnin'
(cause some of y'all cut out when it started rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm rollin' like Black Man
I didn't need Batman, he teamed up with the favourite - EH!!
Tell all your friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend
Cause some say are your friend before wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by myself and that I carry my (BIT!!)
You wished you stayed around, you know my clip got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, your hooray to your hip
And if your hip's a book you know you got to get off bricks man
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
[Lauryn - Singing]
Can you tell me how to get......how to get to Sesame Street?
(Check it out, here we go!) - Wyclef
[Lauryn- Singing (Chorus)]
Be yourself (Just be yourself)
Easy as A-B-C (A-B-C)
Can't be no one else ( No one else!)
Just happy to be me! (Yeah! Yeah!)
[Wyclef]
Hey yo, the "A" is for achievement
[Prakazrel "Pras]
Hey yo, the "B" is for beneficent
[Wyclef]
And the "C" is for committment
[Pras]
And the "D" is for diligent
[Wyclef]
What about the "E", the "F", the "G", the "H", the "I", the "J?!"
I'm in my P.J.'s, I'm drinkin' O.J.! Ha Ha!
[Lauryn]
The big city, just like I pictured it (What?!)
Millions of people rushing around real quick (Real quick!)
Each one's originale, one of a kind, unique (That's right!)
So, kick back and listen while L-Boogie speaks (While L-Boogie speaks!)
Not trying to be different, just doing they own thing (Own thing!)
So come on everybody, clap your hands and sing (Just sing!)
[Chorus 2x]
[Pras]
Hey yo, the "K", the "L", the "M", the "N", the "O", the "P"
For "Prakazrel" in the place to be!
[Wyclef]
Hey yo, the "Q's" for quiet
[Pras]
The "R" for riot
[Wyclef]
The "S", the "T", the "U", the "V's" for vowels (Vowels!) - Prakazrel
The "W", "X", the "Y", the "Z's" for Zorro! Yo! See you tomorrow!
[Pras]
Yeah, fly like an eagle...
Well it's the Fugees
On Sesame, clap your hands do a dance with L-Jiggity!
[Lauryn]
Now Snuffy and Big Bird are having a good time (Time!)
They're walking and gawking and trying to talk to a mime (walking-n-gawking),
Here, in the square where they just seen it all
But they ain't never seen a yellow bird (What?!) seven feet tall! (Seven feet
Tall!)
[Chorus 2x]
[Wyclef]
It's a lovely day in my neighborhood...
It's all good...
Prakazrel, L-Boogie up in here....
In my neighborhood
[Pras]
Yo (one time)
I was born by the river (uh) (uh)
In a tentement
Oh, my poor mother,
She could hardly pay the rent
It's been a long (ha)
A long time comin
But I know a change is gonna come
Oh yes it will
(two time) (yea)
It's been too hard livin (huh)
And I'm afraird to die
(why?)
I don't know
What's out there
Yea, yea,
Beyond the sky
It's been a long (huh)
A long time comin
But I know a change is gonna come
Oh (oh) yes it will
(say it whyclef, check it out, say it, uh uh)
Oh my
See I go, to my brotha
(c'mon!) (and say what, say what)
And I say brotha
Help me please (c'mon L Boogie!)
And he winds up
He winds up
Knockin me, knockin me (uh huh)
Back down on my knees!
(three time!)
It's been times when I didn't think
That I would last for long (huh)
But now we think we're bound to carry on
It's been a long (uh huh huh huh yea)
A long time comin
But I know a change is gonna come
Oh yes it will
This has been the Fugees
L Boogie
Prize Well
Wyclef
The Refugees are OUT!
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J.
I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks?
I want you right now to turn the lights down low
Pull your girl up next to you
I want you to sing this to her
If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I loved you
And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare
Only to you I would reveal my tears
So tell the police I ain't home tonight
Messin' around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes
(Man)You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
I need y'all to do me a favor
Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just been shot down
And the bullet's, in my heart
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
The alleged assailaint, is five foot one
And she shot me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
[Mary J. Blige]
So cold
Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here for a while yeah yeah
(but I'm always right here with you girl)
And every breath I fight to take
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't here tonight
Messin' around with me is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it's worth the sacrifice
[Wyclef]
If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about
Mary, your are in trouble (I am in real Big Trouble)
You're in real big trouble ( Lord Knows I am In trouble)
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
(Everyday Everynight)I'm in trouble (I am in real Big Trouble)
I'm in real big trouble
You got anything to say, girl?
[Mary J. Blige]
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just got shot down (Tell them i just got shot down)
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
[Wyclef]
Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me)
The alleged assailaint, was five foot one
And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my heart)
Feel my body gettin cold
(He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder..)
Wyclef and Mary J. Blige
I'm feelin you girl
I understand
[Mary J. Blige]
And you're doin, what you're doin, would you do it
Check the crippled man, sittin' in the church
My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt
She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs
And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie
I check Jimmy cuttin' hair at the barbershop
He plays the bass guitar, like David plays the harp
His knowledge name is Greek, 'cause whenever he speaks
He's got the wisdom of King Solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep
Sometimes he thought of the fame in Madison Square Garden
So some seek stardom, but they forget Harlem
But seeking first of all the kingdom of God is what my pops told me
So if I fall, could the choir catch me
I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan
Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom
So who's side am I on? I'm on the righteous
Always check the lyrics, no time to contradict
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
They keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty
Well aiyyo, family I beseech you, in the hopes that I may reach you
My mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come someday
Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild
And teachers disliked me, 'cause I knew where my culture be
So now yeah mom I read history, I can't neglect my passion see
Rock it's kind of new to me, 'cause my true love was poetry
White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey
Built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like to save you from the wicked
D-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet the black to mourn, tomorrow's death
The evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this violence why?
Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it
Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me
See what's hard for me that don't make you flee
When I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain't never after me
So yo I be wised up with Greek to go and be
The last and good and see what's wrong with me
And through your insecurity of me and my ability
So bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy
To tell the truth and not to lie? Oh my
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Brothers keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Sisters keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty
But as I grew, I knew cause the master told me
From a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby
Life is so short, hardcore becomes hard-corpse
Step in a coffin where the money's no longer the source
There we go, there we go, there we go
I got mine now won't you get yours?
We never open doors so we neglect
And don't protect the ones that's not
People never really seem to care and then they cry out
"My people! Why aren't we treated equal?"
As we flee, we flee our own communities we leave our family in poverty
And then we blame it on another so family please recover
Oh c'mon please come now with you can come with me now
And blow now if you want to, we're through
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Families keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
People keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
We keep our pockets full, but our souls run empty
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
*club music, crowd background*
YO, YO, LET ME TURN OUT THE MUSIC ON!
*turntables screech on*
YO, WHAT'S THE DEAL?
IT'S THE DJ RASHAD MUHAMMAD
LET ME TAKE OVER MY GUN...
*gun cocking*
...AND WE DEATH, BITCHES!
*gunshots, crowd screaming*
*"Nappy heads" ringtone*
Pras: Hello?
Wyclef: Yo, Pras, it's me
Pras: Wyclef, what's the deal?
Wyclef: I'm just here at the car
Pras: What's the deal?
Wyclef: I'm here to listenin track number 2
Pras: Blunted on reality?
Wyclef: Yeah
Pras: OK, man, why you calling me?
Wyclef: I'm calling you to do a freestyle
Pras: For real?
Wyclef: Yeah
Pras: OK, man, you start
Wyclef: OK, yo, yo, check it out
*Wyclef raps into at the end*
*dialing*
*ringing*
Lauryn: Hello?
Wyclef: Yo, it's me
Lauryn: Hey, what's going on?
Wyclef: Nothing, i'm here in Haiti
Lauryn: What you doing?
Wyclef: I'm playin with my kid
Lauryn: *laughs*
Wyclef: So, uh...
Lauryn: What's the deal?
Wyclef: I'm here with Pras
Pras: Yeah
Lauryn: Yo, Pras, what's going on?
Pras: I'm here with Wyclef in Haiti
Lauryn: Yeah
Wyclef: Yeah, man
Pras: We playin with my kid
Wyclef: *laughs* Fuck you man!
Pras: Fuck you!
Y'all know there's a lot of M C's
But just give my chance on the mic
Open the, open the, open the
Open the, open the, open the, aah
Open the safe with no key, it's easier than battlin' me
'Cause uh, uh, I'll make you walk like a doggy
Some say on and on but they mean on, on
I got tired of that new style, breakdown
I have to take it back to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Melle Mel
And Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap
That's sellin' in the village but I'm just privileged
To makin' my home from my spirit
So when you hear me it's the man
With the deeper thoughts
At night I can't sleep my brain
Keep movin' like a body on a horse
I don't stand, don't stand
Don't wife me I construct on bricks
Some thoughts it wasn't
Until he said, ‽He sunk my battleshipâ€
So hip-hip, load the clip, hip, I miss, damn
I pay my taxes so I won't mess with Sam
Ya hear the rhyme, you stand still, some ask for refill
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or real
'Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal
And left me on a hill, hill so when I battle no will
So mama should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own appeal
How does it feel when a monkey is your ill
In a J A I L? I have no time to make bail
Saw someone to be macho
Like fritches that got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes
Where did their bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, between the fire and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring your Moses
Forget what fun, what time Moses and someone goin' down
And it ain't Gastor Douglass 'cause the roughest with the guy
Becomes a pussy so all the bad boy talk
Come on 'cause I'm the nice dog, yeah, hawk
Throw many fights in fought courts, boss
Never lost so toss a nickel and change your course
Say, "Mama", say, "Mama", say, "Mama", say, "What?"
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Aiyyo, huh, huh, ho, with the badder that run the Tent
Who walks really for lack of listenin' to the drum set
You silly nimble bad as to my car, don't put the bass
Oh, on the table test the super lantra, you got caught all that toe
With twenty-thousand legs, I'm laughin' arrogantly
As your nostril bleeds, relax and max and drink a Gin on the Tech
Well their gatin' for another Pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Captain Hook in so quick
We used to be partners 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be right 'cause you fight like it was a bitch
I had to change the rhythmic pattern
And make sure it fit so now when I go and see with she
I thought the pirates through a telescope
And bomb 'em like it's make believe
Blow me my sword, I out for my protection
'Cause I might ship on landin' side and start an insurrection
A pirate had disguised himself as one of my crew
But I saw true and had to shake a him before he got through
Hey, hey, guy the loot the booty
I formed like a ram, I gave an ultimatum
And told him he could do time
But he argued and fought me
He tried to bust right and so I took it upon myself
To make the brother walk the plank
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Fo' to the fo' to the fi fe come, I smell the blood of
An Englishman run son, ya, see the man cannot understand
The hammer and the barrel hum, so when I get them someone
Will know where the hell I'm from
'Cause I'm sprayin' M C's
With my mack ten machine gun, the hand that rocks will
Be the hand of the gun bum, rum, pum, pum, pum, pum
Is the drop of my snare drum, freakin' is the beat of my tum, tum
Makin' M C's walk like a doggy, hah, hah
I'll make them walk like a doggy, it's like the blunt to the phillie
The ganja to the sessy, you can't write a rhyme
Without the roots mentality
'Cause ain't no Milli, Vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly
To rhyme so dope, I made up my own vocabulaby, skilly
Missed it from a bomber tacky lackin' all the bum
That get her to a to and fro, I guess they made me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the chant from cheers
But the chant from my peers
That I know are really down with me, cheers
Now that I mean those that been since the beginnin'
'Cause some of y'all cut out when it started rainin'
Now check me at the movies, I'm rollin' like Black Man
I didn't need Batman, he teamed up with the favourite, eh
Tell all your friend, friend, watch all your friend, friend
'Cause some say are your friend before wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by myself and that I carry my bit
You wished you stayed around, you know my clip got the lip
So empty your hooray, your hooray to your hip
And if your hip's a book, you know you got to get off bricks man
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
