The Score (1996)

• 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
• Mista Mista 

Red Intro lyrics - Fugees

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 ill 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...

I'm always ready.

How Many Mics lyrics - Fugees

[CHORUS (REPEAT 2X):]

How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily

Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany

[LAURYN:]

I get mad frustrated when I rhyme

Thinking of all the kids who 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, Ooo chile

Your puerile,

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, ascend 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

Say me say 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

It's a 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

Say Me Say 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 your body under my garage.

And when the cops come lookin'

I'll be bookin' to 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

Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany

Ready or Not lyrics - Fugees

[Lauryn Hill:]

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

[Wyclef Jean:]

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 giddy-upin' 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 wanna play with pellet guns 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

[Lauryn Hill:]

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

[Lauryn Hill:]

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 Voodoo

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 defecating on your microphone

[Lauryn Hill:]

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 gonna know

Oh baby, hey baby

You can't hide from the block, oh no

[Pras and Lauryn Hill:]

Ready or not, refugees takin' over

The Buffalo soldier, dread-lock rasta

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 lakay

I refugee from Guantanamo Bay

Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay

Yes, sir

[Lauryn Hill:]

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

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

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

Zealots lyrics - Fugees

[CLEF:]

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

[CLEF:]

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.

[INTERLUDE (Lauryn):]

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.

[LAURYN:]

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.

[Chorus (CLEF):]

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

[CLEF:]

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

[PRAZ:]

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.

[Chorus (CLEF):]

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

The Beast lyrics - Fugees

[CHORUS:]

Warn the town the beast is loose,

Word 'em up y'all

C'mon

[LAURYN:]

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***

[CLEF:]

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

[CLEF:]

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.

[LAURYN:]

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.

[CHORUS:]

Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah - ah

Word 'em up y'all

[CLEF:]

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.

[PRAZ:]

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.

[CLEF:] Hey yo should I slow down?

[PRAZ:]

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.

[CHORUS:]

Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah - ah,

Word 'em up y'all

Fu-Gee-La lyrics - Fugees

[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

Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing

Family Business lyrics - Fugees

[OMEGA:]

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

[CLEF:]

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

[CHORUS: (Omega)]

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

[CLEF:]

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.

[CLEF:]

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

[LAURYN:]

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.

[CHORUS: (Omega)]

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

[LAURYN:]

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.

[FORTE:]

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.

[CLEF:]

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

[LAURYN:]

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.

Killing Me Softly lyrics - Fugees

[Lauryn:]

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.

[Fugees:]

Hi, yo yea yea.

This is Wyclef, Refugee Camp

L-Boogie up in here...

Prazrel (Prazrel up in here! Ha! Ha!)

Lil' Base sits up there on the base (Refugees up in here)

While I'm on this I got my girl L one time, one time!

Hey yo L you know you got the lyrics!

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style,

And so I came to see him and listened for a while.

And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes,

Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time),

Singing my life with his words (two times),

Killing me softly with this song,

Killing me softly with this 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 (one time),

Singing my life with his words (two times),

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:]

Yo L-Boy, take it to the bridge

Come on

[Lauryn:]

Strumming my pain with his fingers (yes, he was singing),

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.

[Fading:]

Strumming my pain

Put your hands. Put your hands for L-Boogie from the Refugee Camp

Refugees up in here

Singing my life with his words,

You know how we're doing

L-Boogie up in here...

Wyclef

Prazrel

Said, L-Boogie up in here...

Wyclef up in here

My man Lil' Base

Prazrel up in here

Jerry one time

We got Warren up in here

Killing me softly with his song,

Outside is up in here

Killing me softly with his song,

Refugee Camp

Refugee Camp

Refugee Camp

My ladies, my ladies up in here

We got ... up in here

Everybody got a breaking point, kid. And they read on you. The family niggas have read on you. That's why we gotta be prepared. It took way out ... need.

The Score lyrics - Fugees

[CLEF:]

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 . . .

[CLEF:]

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.

[PRAZ:]

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

[LAURYN:]

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

[DIAMOND-D:]

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

With precision and leave lyrical incisions.

The Mask lyrics - Fugees

[CHORUS:]

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.

[CLEF:]

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.

[CHORUS:]

(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.

[LAURYN:]

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.

[CHORUS:]

(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.

[PRAZ:]

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.

[CHORUS:]

(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.

Cowboys lyrics - Fugees

This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:

[(CHORUS) CLEF:]

Everyone wants to be a cowboy

Grab your guns boy

Forty-five by my side,

No the n***er dies.

[PACE1:]

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:] Wyclef

[PACE1:] [PACE 1]

[WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was won,

[PACE1:] Our motto, a true Desperado.

[WYCLEF:]

Rappers want to be actors

So they play the Jesse James Character

[PACE1:] And get they bones fractured.

[PACE1:]

You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct

Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton

[WYCLEF:]

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

[PACE1:]

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

[WYCLEF:]

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

[WYCLEF:] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.

[LAURYN:]

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.

[RAH DIGGA:]

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.

[LAURYN:]

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.

[RAH DIGGA:]

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.

[LAURYN:]

And for all you head beaters

The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters

While mamasitas carry real heaters.

[RAH DIGGA:]

I rock the Dooby and

L rocks the Nubian twists

96

Muthaf***as gettin' dissed

[CLEF: (Chorus)]

Everyone wants to be a cowboy

Grab your guns boy

Forty-five by my side,

No the n***er dies.

[Young Zee:]

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.

[PRAZ:]

(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

[PRAZ:]

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?"

[Young Zee:]

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

[FORTE:]

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

[CHORUS: (Clef)]

Everyone wants to be a cowboy

Grab your guns boy

Forty-five by my side,

No the n***er dies.

No Woman, No Cry lyrics - Fugees

[CLEF:] 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.

[CHORUS: Oh ah oh ah (7 times)]

[CLEF:]

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

No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away

[CHORUS: Oh ah oh ah (5 times)]

Manifest lyrics - Fugees

[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 20 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

God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West

Mista Mista lyrics - Fugees

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

So you damn well, can't get no motherfuckin money