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Interpret:
Wyclef Jean
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| However You Want It
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HOOK:
However you want it, you dont want it, cuz when you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh my baby!)
They shoulda took me first
However you want it, you dont want it, cuz when you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...)
[Verse 1]
Aiyyo
What yall thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston
Cuz *My Loves your Love* will be my slugs wit blood
For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang
Find yourself in the river with the rest of them
Wake up, wake up, Im in a nightmare dream
Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines
Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist
Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line
You look strange, shootin victims at close range
And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I snatched his chain
Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel
Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples
Which one, look through the crowd son
You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm
The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual
A wannabe Rakim, but too extraterrestrial
I heard hes lethal and Im too rusty to battle him
Me being rusty is like Biggie not being *Born Again*
It never happen, watch who you call fam
On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man
Predicted platinum, way before it happened
So thats why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum
And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record?
Cmon!
HOOK
[Verse 2]
You a thug? You aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula
Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar
Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch
If I wasnt rappin, Id take that stash in your left socks
Dont make me raise my voice cuz Im masterin a coo
So, and besides when they find you youll be bones
Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers
Orderin Don P, you couldnt pay for one beer
Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard
Take thirty of yall to murder one kid on the boulevard
You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys
Heres my advice, leave the ring with your bride
Cuz you aint comin back no more
We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the seashore
You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was psychotic
Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life
Kid you tellin me what you did, you didnt wanna do
Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true
HOOK
Outro:
Should I take them? Should I wait?
Should I take them? Should I wait?
Should I take them? Should I wait?
I say *No Woman, No Cry* like I should own a piece of the estate
But at the tribute they didnt invite me
So I put in a call to Halis Alassi
He said be easy, aint no need to bust a shot (BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!)
Like Supercat said, yo the ghettos red hot
Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING!
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