HOOK:
However you want
it, you don't 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 don't 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 y'all thought
I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston
Cuz *My Love's
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, I'm 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 he's lethal
and I'm 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 that's why
when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum
And now you wanna
tell everybody I messed up your record?
C'mon!
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 wasn't rappin,
I'd take that stash in your left socks
Don't make me
raise my voice cuz I'm masterin a coo
So, and besides
when they find you you'll be bones
Mom say watch
my peers, hangin like chandeliers
Orderin Don P,
you couldn't pay for one beer
Perpetratin, a
fraud, oh god, you aint hard
Take thirty of
y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard
You want Wyclef
Jean, bring your same thug guys
Here's 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 didn't 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 didn't 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 ghetto's red hot
Before bling,
bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING!
©
Wyclef Jean 2ooo Extrait de l'album "The Ecleftic".
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