Some Seek Stardom lyrics - Fugees

[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...

[Chorus 4X]

Giggles lyrics - Fugees

[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?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles...

Refugees On The Mic lyrics - Fugees

[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...

H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I...

Living Like There Ain't No Tomorrow lyrics - Fugees

[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

Nappy Heads (Remix) lyrics - Fugees

[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 1: 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 2: 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 3: 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]

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Blame It On The Sun lyrics - Fugees

Refugees up in here
Booga Basement style
On a John Fields show
Giving you a little reggae, a little R&B, a little hip hop
Stevie Wonder style
You know how we do
Buss it

Where has my love gone?
How can I go on?
Is peace not here for me to see?
(I'll be gone to November, I'll be gone to November)

Where is my spirit?
See I'm nowhere near it
It seems dear love is gone away

So I blame it on the sun, the sun that didn't shine.
I blame it on the wind and the trees.
I blame it on the nights I never was in love.
I blame it on the times that could not be.
But my heart blames it on me.

Yeah Imma tell you a little story Pras.
It went like this,
Buss it,

You see I loved hard once
But the love wasn't returned
I found out the man i died for he wasn't even concerned
In time he turned he tried to burn me like a perm
But my eyes saw the deception my heart wouldn't let me learn from um
Some dumb woman was I and every time he lied he would cry and inside I'd die
My heart must've 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 heat they can't arrest
Pain suppressed will lead to cardic arrest
Diamonds deserved, diamonds but he convinced me I was worthless
Buss it,

Wish I could tell you what I am feeling
But words won't come for me to see
(What I want to know is)
Who poured the love out?
What made this bitter doubt?
Is peace not here for me to see?

So I blame it on the sun, the sun that didn't shine
I blame it on the wind and the trees.
I blame it on the days that ended once too soon
I blame it on the nights that could not be
But my heart blames it on me
(Buss it)
But my heart blames it on me
But my heart blames it on me
Blames it on me, on me, on me

Who poured the love out?
What made this bitter doubt?
who poured the love out?

Yo yo see cool it down, mc's should slow it down
Ohh, watch out
Before they lose control
Yo yo see cool it down, mc's should slow it down
Ohh, watch out
Fugees is on a roll

We just looking for the love today
Where's the love at?
All the peace mc's settle the violence
Play more music, make more phat beats
Leave all the violence some place else

Where is the love
Say where is the love
Where is the love
Where is the love
Where is the love [x2]

Take It Easy lyrics - Fugees

[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
You scared yet, ah pack your dibby dibby dub box

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