Wyclef Jean - Masquerade Lyrics
The streets is mad right nowTell em why we madRappers whatever you call yourselfPack ya bags and get out of townCause ima strike down on thee wit great vengence and furious angerThose who attempt to poison da hoodIma let yall know da preachers son is backUh, refugee, one time, one timeUh, m.o.p., two time, two time, one timeBumpy knuckles now the world is in troubleCome onYo, youre number one on the chartsYoure a masqueradePaid for your billboard slotsYoure a masqueradeBecause the block knows hotYoure a masqueradeYoure livin in a uhYoure livin in a masqueradeIm on firstSo, this aint a rap verseIts more like a voodoo curseSo when you die the kidsll throw rocks at ya hearseCause you lie too muchYou dont got no gatAt your arm reach is inkAt your headpiece now you pissin in your briefsHold upWe just saw you on your bet and mtv, a public access channelTalkin bout ima thugYoure an animal, a canibal, you even scare hannibalBut when the blackout came no light for your candleSo welcome to the real world where a spade is a spadeAnd ima call it like I see itAy, yall living in a masqueradeEven though jacob iced you out wit the baguettesMoney wit no respect c that makes you a suspectSo you cant ride through brownsvilleYou want peace you better call churchillIf not, feel clef when he connects wit m.o.p. family and plays guitar at your eulogyYou wanna claim you run da blockYoure a masqueradeGivin information to the copsYoure a masqueradeI mean you never seen a rockYoure livin in a uhYoure livin in a masqueradeMasqueradeNow the grimy lil bastards line upTimes upIm upThey say we dem dans to show you how to get it crunkIm still plottin wit foxTodayI do it wit clefWhoeverWe throw mack and thats to the death bless royaltyYou youngstas better get back before you get a set back and get clappedThats it and thats thatClefHold thatTake all dat and fall backI kick too much assKick assTo rock jewels, rock pradaF-ck gucci shoes, timbs mo hottaWe still grip arms brook norm bound sh-tThe streets dont want that watered down sh-tFam, we clear the whole stageYou dont wannaa ride wit usWe got road rageNow ima let my hood tell youYoure a masqueradeI bet you feedin the dogsYoure a masqueradeI thought we still and we robYoure a masqueradeYoure livin in a uhYoure livin in a masqueradeIm hittin sixteen barsA murder, real murder, babyThis aint a faadeNgas pumpin they fist like they punchin at godsOver ten years rippin mcI bring it hardDont make me split yo chest and pull yo cardR&b singer the greatest and now barredCause he been feelin on booties of too young cutiesGot mo bombs leftYou punk ngas, we used to shake your pumpy handsYoull have no arms leftYou aint a pimpYou aint a mackYou keep bches in the house all dayI keep em on the trackDrinkin cocoa and wearin long mink coats blackHit em twelve-inch stilettosTappin through the ghettoI can see it in your eyesLittle ngas you aint a part of shakin ngas hand, shakin ngas heartI keep the underground in shapeIt never be softYou wanna make it like them fat ***** bches turnin me offNow ima let my hood tell youYoure a masqueradeI bet you feedin the dogsYoure a masqueradeI thought we still and we robYoure a masqueradeYoure livin in a uhYoure livin in a masqueradeNeary paneary wont you take em to the middle east
