Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back
with some adjustments
Refugee camp
[Turn it up! Turn
it up! Turn it up!]
Yo, you see them
Refugees right there, they goin in the car
WooWooWooWooWoo
Keys they goin
in the trunk
WooWooWooWooWoo
Fiends they don't
give a uh
And Flex couldn't
save you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon
be found in a ditch
My name should
be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks
I'm a fiend for
the S-500 I want it
Used to stay high
and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me
be chasin after cops
And they don't
stop at my block after the Diallo shootin
Soldiers in waitin,
marksmen recruitin
Salutin, thug
confederates, rhyme and reason
Time and treatin,
Air Force One we leavin
Panama red, holdin
52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny
Handsome, itchin to cancel 'em
I'm like hold
up, wait a minute, let's get down to buisness
We could shoot
up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I
got two hours to kill
We want like 5
mil in a private jet so peel
Supreme C been
after mean figures, ask my lil nigga
Since back in
the days, before he was raised
Aint nobody puttin
fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart
My art sharp,
shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you
on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done
by done
Whoever come murder
fest, one of the best
I'm gettin assets,
collect ass bets, squat by your address
I come to kick
it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you
Why try to hide
from accomplice vibe
Yo we break bread,
break heads, my people shake feds
Gamble and scramble,
F what your man do
It's all about
this husltin game, muscle and fame
Tussels in rain,
take aim, blush you with game
My language is
unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I stay remaindable,
with bigger guns aimed at you
I run up in Da
Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm
A python with
poisonous charm, extending my arm
Pushing figures
way to the back
Out of your reach,
excessive like Fatal Attract
Freeze, a renegade
bar stroke, an ace of spades
I'll kiss you
wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played
Made woman, you
never in bed with the same woman
You say you want
it, you don't wanna see the omen
When my sixth
sense start flowin I bless like holy water
I don't wanna
die cuz I'm my daddy's only daughter
But yo, sometimes
I see the writin on the wall
You know the ghetto
testaments, the shootouts, the brawls
Close frames in
the hall, will you stand or will you fall
Your whole click
is on the run now would you tell it all
About the night
shifters, me, I'ma cypher drifter
My sixteen bars
is up so peace to the mixes
October 31st I
was standing by the sour
These thugs don't
wanna talk they want these Pumas I just bought
Fresh outta school,
picked on cuz I'm bilingual
I barely spoke
English but the gun language was universal
Ran in the grocery
store, spoke to Gabriel
He said, you have
problems, here's a feezy from Israel
Ran back outside,
just before I could say... another homicide
Threw the biscuit
in the bushes runnin like Jesse Owens
Police showed
up, but I was nowhere in existence
Back in the crib
thinkin bout what I just did
I'ma police of
defense but I'm bound to catch this bid
My hypothesis
was right, they knocked the door, homie
Like a super in
the projects wantin rent money
Just when I thought
I get my life straight in the states
Is when I found
myself climbin down the fire escape
Bodies found in
Virginia under the dumpsters, no
18 shell cases
in front of the grocery sto'
Flee the scene
of the crime before y'all kick the door
No your honor
that must be some old rhyme that I wrote
And lyrics sometime
man they misinterpretate it
For example when
I say gun I mean my pen and paper
And everytime
I wave and spit the crowd jump
Cuz I'm still
Digital Underground like "humpty hump"
Feel the funk
comin through your elephant trunks
I aint even *Kriss
Kross* my clothes yet
And yet y'all
wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump"
You in Da Cypha
Stay in the house
when you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
It means the murder's
outside you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Where the real
killers at you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Honey who chill
with the gats you hear
WooWooWooWooWoo
Yo don't talk
crap man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Just cuz your
girl's wit you man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Cuz both o y'all
gon go man
WooWooWooWooWoo
To a place where
no man knows man
WooWooWooWooWoo
Femme fatale,
Hope
WooWooWooWooWoo
Supreme C, kinda
dope
WooWooWooWooWoo
Marie Antoinette
in the back with the techs
WooWooWooWooWoo
Y'all know the
flavor Refugee Camp...
WooWooWooWooWoo...
© Wyclef Jean 2ooo Extrait de l'album "The Ecleftic".