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Wyclef Jean
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| Where Fugees At?
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INTRO:
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh
I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo
HOOK:
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if youre listenin, Pras if youre listenin
Gimme a call Im in the lab in the Booga Basement
Yall know my style, Im still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Yall still rhymin, yall cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" [AHHH!]
Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET
Youre cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
Youre rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, yall aint MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhymin about Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin em a ride home
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source
While your rap crews on steroids lookin like Full Force
Your girl shes buffed, puffed, in daytime dont play rough
The freaks come out at night so thats when I bring out the cuffs
Grandma yell, CD player number two
Shadaes in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"
HOOK
[Verse 2]
We used to rap, now yall wanna come and get me with a bat?
Yall must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack
How could yall forget, Im the reason yall MC
But yall flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are, eight bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards
You wanna impress, Im young chick, you just met
First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef"
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
Yeah you could fight, in the WWF
Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters
Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh Lord, protect me from the devil
They open the book of life, yall readin like the anti christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
Some MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz Im above ground
Counting English pounds
I tell ya what, success dont come overnight
I was in Noahs Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite
Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice
Thats when I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit they man, screamin "I hate life"
Baby girl look in the opposite direction
Cuz my class is the *Misedu...*
HOOK
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