Wyclef Jean - Da Cypha Lyrics
Intro:Yo 1, 2, 1, 2The clef is back with some adjustmentsRefugee camp[turn it up! turn it up! turn it up!]Yo, you see them refugees right there, they goin in the carHook:WoowoowoowoowooKeys they goin in the trunkWoowoowoowoowooFiends they dont give a uh[marie antoinette]And flex couldnt save you even if he dropped a bomb in thisYou still gon be found in a ditchMy name should be robin banks the way I be robbin banksIm a fiend for the s-500 I want itUsed to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stopChick like me be chasin after copsAnd they dont stop at my block after the diallo shootinSoldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitinSalutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reasonTime and treatin, air force one we leavinPanama red, holdin 52 hands for ransomMy man johnny handsome, itchin to cancel emIm like hold up, wait a minute, lets get down to buisnessWe could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finishedBlah, blah, I got two hours to killWe want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel[supreme c]Supreme c been after mean figures, ask my lil niggaSince back in the days, before he was raisedAint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstartMy art sharp, shoot your posse apartNigga take you on one by one, gun by gunSon by son, done by doneWhoever come murder fest, one of the bestIm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your addressI come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit youWhy try to hide from accomplice vibeYo we break bread, break heads, my people shake fedsGamble and scramble, f what your man doIts all about this husltin game, muscle and fameTussels in rain, take aim, blush you with gameMy language is unexplainable, switch, changeableAnd I stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at youHook[hope]I run up in da cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harmA python with poisonous charm, extending my armPushing figures way to the backOut of your reach, excessive like fatal attractFreeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spadesIll kiss you wit a blade when I think Im gettin playedMade woman, you never in bed with the same womanYou say you want it, you dont wanna see the omenWhen my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy waterI dont wanna die cuz Im my daddys only daughterBut yo, sometimes I see the writin on the wallYou know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawlsClose frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fallYour whole click is on the run now would you tell it allAbout the night shifters, me, ima cypher drifterMy sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixesHook 2x[wyclef]October 31st I was standing by the sourThese thugs dont wanna talk they want these pumas I just boughtFresh outta school, picked on cuz Im bilingualI barely spoke english but the gun language was universalRan in the grocery store, spoke to gabrielHe said, you have problems, heres a feezy from israelRan back outside, just before I could say... another homicideThrew the biscuit in the bushes runnin like jesse owensPolice showed up, but I was nowhere in existenceBack in the crib thinkin bout what I just didIma police of defense but Im bound to catch this bidMy hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homieLike a super in the projects wantin rent moneyJust when I thought I get my life straight in the statesIs when I found myself climbin down the fire escapeBodies found in virginia under the dumpsters, no18 shell cases in front of the grocery stoFlee the scene of the crime before yall kick the doorNo your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wroteAnd lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate itFor example when I say gun I mean my pen and paperAnd everytime I wave and spit the crowd jumpCuz Im still digital underground like humpty humpFeel the funk comin through your elephant trunksI aint even *kriss kross* my clothes yetAnd yet yall wanna jump, jump in da cypha, jump, jumpYou in da cyphaHookOutro:Stay in the house when you hearWoowoowoowoowooIt means the murders outside you hearWoowoowoowoowooWhere the real killers at you hearWoowoowoowoowooHoney who chill with the gats you hearWoowoowoowoowooYo dont talk crap manWoowoowoowoowooJust cuz your girls wit you manWoowoowoowoowooCuz both o yall gon go manWoowoowoowoowooTo a place where no man knows manWoowoowoowoowooFemme fatale, hopeWoowoowoowoowooSupreme c, kinda dopeWoowoowoowoowooMarie antoinette in the back with the techsWoowoowoowoowooYall know the flavor refugee camp...Woowoowoowoowoo...
