Rufugees On The Mic - Fugees

Yo' check it out I want all the refugees out there

To just put up your motherf**kin' hands you know you're a f**kin' immigrant

Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'

I'ma start this sh*t off like this this time around

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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

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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

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 motherf**ker away

Beep beep I gotta make a sale so I can eat

So Praswell grab the mic and be complete

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

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

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Live or die it's nothin' but a dark side

Fugees on the mic YEAH

Yo' refugees on the mic oh yeah oh yeah

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 motherf**kin' 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")

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 d**e is d**e 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

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