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This is the life
This is the life of a night walker

Hey girl, the party's on the floor
What you doin' in the back of the club smokin' bud?
Hey girl, she said, "I owe my pimp money
If I don't pay him tonight, then it's gonna get ugly"

Hey girl, she said, "There is no excuse
This is the life of a prostitute"
From the club to your ride, straight to the telly
To make money, money, make money, money, money

There she goes again the [Incomprehensible] Ethiopian
See her walkin' by, but I can't believe what happened
She jumpin' in a car with a stranger she don't know
Movin' at night time, whatever it takes to get the dough

Hey girl, I hope you listen to this song
I know you feel like your daddy did you wrong
But only you can boot your destiny
She said, "Thanks for the advice but I got to make my money"

Hey girl, the party's on the floor
What you doin' in the back of the club smokin' bud?
Hey girl, she said, "I owe my pimp money
If I don't pay him tonight, then it's gonna get ugly"

Hey girl, she said, "There is no excuse
This is the life of a prostitute"
From the club to your ride, straight to the telly
To make money, money, make money, money, money

So hey girl, I can see it all in ya eye
Everythin' you cry is wholesome in your life
How many men you done let between your thighs?
Listen ma, there ain't no surprise

You're a street walker, slick talker
The face of an hour, the terrible night
And do anythin' just to survive
When you make fun at me, I'm tryin' to stay alive

Hey girl, the party's on the floor
What you doin' in the back of the club smokin' bud?
Hey girl, she said, "I owe my pimp money
If I don't pay him tonight, then it's gonna get ugly"

Hey girl, she said, "There is no excuse
This is the life of a prostitute"
From the club to your ride, straight to the telly
To make money, money, make money, money, money

This one goes out for
Diamonds, China, Phoenix, Belinda
Delicious, Star, Mercedes, peaches
Vanilla, cocoa, cinnamon, icky
Ebony, oh I can't forget India

Ecstasy, sparkle, fantasia, Francis
Sunshine, Vanessa, precious
Haitian Madonna, you're so precious girl
Don't let yourself go dirty

Hey girl, the party's on the floor
What you doin' in the back of the club smokin' bud?
Hey girl, she said, "I owe my pimp money
If I don't pay him tonight, then it's gonna get ugly"

Hey girl, she said, "There is no excuse
This is the life of a prostitute"
From the club to your ride, straight to the telly
To make money, money, make money, money, money

Hey girl, the party's on the floor
What you doin' in the back of the club smokin' bud?
Hey girl, she said, "I owe my pimp money
If I don't pay him tonight, then it's gonna get ugly"

Hey girl, she said, "There is no excuse
This is the life of a prostitute"
From the club to your ride, straight to the telly
To make money, money, make money, money, money

We got the refugees all-stars rubba dubbin' in the club
Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Prizewell
Nah mean the streets are gettin' a little crazy

Looka looka looka looka looka
Looka looka looka here looka Shorty got back
Should I ask her for a dance, hold on there's too many in a wolf pack
And besides Dirtycash talkin' to her
Buyin' her fake furs and takin' her to the fever

Quite as his kept that ain't even his Benz
She spends his Franklins at the malls with her friends
Material girl, livin' in a material world
But it's alright 'cause it's Saturday Night
So mista funkmaster pump the Bee Gees

And all you college students bring your Ouijas'
Check the spellin', R E F U G E E get the CD from Sam Goody
You ain't even close wit the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad 'cause you broke, let me clear my throat
John Forte grab the mic, roots sway it this way

I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer
Hopin' that the game treat that ass a little kinda
Every step tango'd, your beat don't concern me
I'm eatin' mangoes in Trinadad wit attorneys
My crews slang flow worldwide like a current

Wit da every spot where nobody get insurance
Brotha do the math you ain't half near exotic
My man's claim true, you forget about it
Pope hoe just a new stance like my influence
Well recognize you a lie tryin' do it

Got juice told your lady oops, we nuts baby
Smooth and charizmatic automatic, you gonna save me
God bless the day that my sons survive
We strive to teach the youth baby and stay alive

Refugee camp nuts baby, John Forte, yo watch your lady
Yo watch your lady, special, I'll rhyme Dirtycash
Yo if you got more than
Dollar in your pocket right now put your hands up

Yo yo, you can tell by the way I roll shorty that I'm a ladies man
A business man, condos down the shore, multi million pension plans
But it ain't in my plan to make move without the fam
I keep it intact, you Clef do the track

John play da mack while I pay the tax
Business as usual, watchin' suspects, steal my assets
Get cut with Gillettes, we built this concept, connect like Nynex
Drinks at the bar, my American Express

Yo I cook up, cook up, the cop a pull up pull up
Then I cuff up, cuff up, you who's callin' bluff
Now you shook up, shook up 'cause you lock up, lock up
When I love up, love up, you who's callin' bluff

Hey yo John is chillin', Dirtycash chillin'
What more can I say, we livin'
That's what we got, we got it good
And since you understood, we be

Yeah, live at the carnival, 97 till infinite, refugee all-stars
Can't stop the shining, can't stop the shining
Can't stop the shining, can't stop the shining
You wanna stop the shining, you wanna stop the shining
You wanna stop the shining, you wanna stop the shining
Can't stop the shining, can't stop the shining

f/ Melky Sedeck, The Rock

[The Rock]
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cooking

[Wyclef Jean](The Rock)
Yo this is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
When the LFEX was spinning at the Red Zone
Putting it down
And the tired bouncers would not let me in
Know what I'm saying?

Yo, yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter)
I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter)
Cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring
Come up in the hood and take everything you're wearing

Back in the days it was all about the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, they wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought em champagne like it was their birthday
Me I used to hustle my way in
I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performing tonight?
He said Shabba
Mister Lover that be needy and selective
(Someone jump the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when its time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey
But I could be your Paul McCartney
An ebony or ivory into my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Cool Hirth as DJ Red Alert go bizzerk
The needle ain't skip the record jerked
Cause y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

[Wyclef](The Rock)
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter)
What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter)
Yo cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring
Come up in the hood and take everything you're wearing
Yo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley)

[Wyclef](Melky Sedeck)
How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an Uncle Juan that wanna show you
How all the dances go
And they start it off like this
Electric side on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS raids it
Drug money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone!
I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit?
Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk
Excuse me I gotta cough
Girl you in so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you
What does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too much conversation
I think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the compensation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Merrill Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of South America
She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
Way before Ricky Martin started Livin' La Vida Loca
What hood you come from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yeah that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44

[Wyclef](The Rock)
Now what it look like, it ain't really that
(It doesn't matter)
So he cocked the gat at my top hat
(It doesn't matter)
Are you crazy? You was married!
(It doesn't matter)
Cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring
Come up in your hood and take everything you're wearing

Yeah that's when shorty walked up to her man
And she said I gotta go I can't be here no more
And she said this

[Melky Sedeck]
Take me home, to the place
I belong at the Refugee Camp
And the Booga basement
That's where I live, oh

Come on
Yo Rock I sold like seventeen million records
(It doesn't matter how many records you've sold)
Alright I'm with yo check it out
You wanna go get diamond rings
(It doesn't matter if the Rock wants to go get diamond rings or not)
Man listen, listen
I just got two new Grammy's man
(It doesn't matter about your Grammy's)

It doesn't matter

Intro:

I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
I got the skully to my face (hardcore)
cause anything can happen at the Carnival
(Yo make room, make room, make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you, but you don't want to get embarassed
Trust me

Chorus:

Yo, when you're rolling to the Carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Making love to your girlfriend, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what, anything can happen
She's sleepin wit your best friend cause anything can happen
Wh-a-at? Say what, say what, anything can happen
You roll down the block, come back with your gat
and POW, cause anything can happen

Verse One:

Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Uh haha, stop, 'Clef can I rock, yo
Get out the bathroom, let me go again from the top
Feel this composition, I wrote it in the tub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my chest -- it gots to be hot
Ahhh, stop, 'Clef can I rock
I'd like to give a shout out to my people on the block
For you Silly Willy playin thug cartoon
My infrared scope got your movements on zoom
Boom new toon, write songs in my room
Sleeping with the bride, even though I ain't the groom
Your husband assume, come back with his goons
Put me in the trunk on your way to your honeymoon
Radio my platoon, Wyclef to Sev'
'I hear them playing Elvis, they on they way to Graceland
But they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag of skunk

Chorus:

You got the skully to your face, star, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Sellin crack in the corner, man, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what anything can happen
I just got laid off, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
You don't wanna go there, cause anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen

Verse Two:

Aiyyo, anything can happen, you can't stop the shining
You lookin at my watch, but my mind's really the diamond
Nine to the Seven, you better off steppin
When I'm writin with my pen, it turns into a lethal weapon (Ding!)
Take this lesson, to your next session
I suggest, you practice with the freshman
Sophomore, junior, then come check the senior
By then I would have graduated from the school of ruckus
Wyclef and Jerry Wonder, last of the producers
If the royalty ain't right, I put a call to Donny Eina
But always stay humble went from bummy to neat
Cause money break groups up like the Five Heartbeats
Don't get souped cause you, pushin a Coupe
Next year you on foot, runnin from a lawsuit
For example, I know I'm nice, I don't front it
Least anticipated, to the most wanted
Yeah, that's me in the spotlight
With a mic and a guitar, like M.O.P., I like it raw

Chorus:

Yo, when you're rollin to the Carnival, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Every man got disciples, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen
Its all about survival man, anything can happen
Hah, say what, say what, anything can happen
You lookin at me wrong, man, anything can happen
What, what, say what, say what, anything can happen

Will the Knicks win the championship this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will we find some peace of mind this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
You ready for the revolution this year?
Say what, say what, anything can happen
Will you make love with no condom this year?
No no, no no, that will never happen

The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
The record is not over yet
Where the ladies at? Put yo' hands in the air!

And for the ladies, we won't play you
If you proud, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
Fellas if you need help, use ginseng
And for the ladies, we won't play you
If you fat, shake what yo mama gave you, hey!
Whether your fat or slim, bubble your ting
ReFugee thugs hang at the roller rink

Roller skatin baby
Carnival (Make room, for the Carnival, make room)
And it don't, nine-seven to infinity
Rest in Peace, Rest in Peace
And the record is not over yet, the record is not over yet
It is not, the record (fades out)

f/ Mary J. Blige

[Wyclef]
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J.
I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks?
I want you right now to turn the lights down low
Pull your girl up next to you
I want you to sing this to her

If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I love you
And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare
Only to you I would reveal my tears
So tell the police I ain't home tonight
Messin' around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
I need y'all to do me a favor

Someone please call 911
Tell them I just been shot down
And the bullet's in my heart
And it's piercing through my soul
Feel my body gettin' cold
Somone please call 911
The alleged assalaint
Is my lover
And she shot me through my soul
Feel my body gettin' cold

[Mary J. Blige]
So cold
Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here for a while
And every breath I fight to take
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't here tonight
Messin' around with me is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it's worth the sacrifice

[Wyclef]
If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about
Man, we are in trouble
You're in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
You got anything to say, girl?

[Mary J. Blige]
Someone please call 911
Tell them I just got shot down
And it's piercing through my soul
Feel my body getting cold

[Wyclef]
Someone please call 911
The alleged assalaint
Was my lover
And she shot me through my soul
Feel my body getting cold

Wyclef and Mary J. Blige
I know you're feeling me, girl
I know you understand

[WYCLEF speaking (Claudette)]
(Oooh)
I'm just sittin here playing the guitar (Oooh)
(City High.. Claudette.. Wyclef)

[VERSE 1]
[WYCLEF:]
Excuse me, if you see me screaming
Deep in my mind, i'm only dreaming
cuz if i wake girl, and you're not by my side
i'd feel like half of me, is no longer alive
so please shorty, before you walk out that door
would you listen to my song

[CLAUDETTE:]
if only, i give you one last chance
with the devil, you can no longer dance
you got to be faithful, so we could be fruitful
build a family, and follow god faithfully
so just before i want to reply, i might listen to your song

[WYCLEF:]
ooh, before you walk out that door, listen

[CHORUS]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((yeeahh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
you promise me that you'll do the same

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
girl i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
((yeah baby))
I'm gonna show you

[VERSE 2]
[CLAUDETTE ((Wyclef)):]
I'm gonna say ((i understand))
that i forgive you
and i aint gonna forget
that you brought me ?? ((baby, baby, baby))

[WYCLEF:]
But i have grown
from a thug to a man
Build my castle with bricks
and no longer with sand
Oh Girl

[Claudette:]
And just, before I want to reply, baby
I might listen to your song

[Wyclef:]
Ooh, before you walk out that door, listen

[CHORUS 2]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight ((i don't wanna fight))
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((yeeahh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
you promise me that you'll do the same

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
and i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
I'm gonna show you

[BRIDGE]
[Claudette:]
I'm so used to the pain that I
Can't see the sunshine no more
I'm so used to the pain that the
the sickness feels like the cure

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
Ay, but if only you gave me
the keys to your soul
and let me in
i'm gonna love you
over ((over)), and over ((over)) again

[Wyclef & Claudette:]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[CHORUS 3]
[WYCLEF:]
they say two wrongs don't make it right ((don't make it right))
So if i'm wrong i ain't trying to fight ((i don't wanna fight))
I'm trying to have some dinner with some candlelight ((ohhh))
lay up in the bed and make love all night ((make love to me))
[CLAUDETTE:]
So papi I wont leave, maybe i'll just stay
but promise me that you'll do the same

[Wyclef ((Claudette)):]
and i'ma love you like i never love
((touch me like you never touch me))
yo if you give me the chance girl
I'm gonna show you
((Show me, yeahhh))
I won't stay around the block no more
I'll come home early girl I promise


[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics]

Intro: (spoken)

I dedicate this record, "The Carnival" to all you brothers takin' long
trips down south, Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world, and your
girl gets this message that you ain't comin' back. She's sittin' back
in the room, the lights are off, she's cryin', and then my voice comes in
POW!, in the middle of the night, and this is what I told her for you

Chorus: (sung)

Every time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why
See, you must understand, I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone 'til November
Said I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin', but girl, I can't stay
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
And give a kiss to my mother

Verse 1: (sung)

When I come back, there'll be no need to clock
I'll have enough money to buy out blocks
Tell my brother, "Go to school in September"
So he won't mess up in summer school in the summer
Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom
If you don't wear condom, you'll see a red lump
Woh oh oh oh
You sucker MC's, you got no flow
I heard your style, you're s-o s-o

Repeat chorus

Verse 2: (rap)

I had to flip nuttin' and turn it into somethin'
Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!)
Commit treason, then I'll have a reason to hunt you down
It's only right, it's rappin' season
Yeah, you with the loud voice, posin' like you're top choice
Your voice, I'll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce
Besides, I got my girl to remember
And I'll commit it that I'll be back in November

Repeat chorus

I know the hustle's hard, but we gotta enterprise, the carnival

I remember playin my guitar in the projects
Playin in the PJ's
A product of the environment
Pour some liquor for those who passed away
I told my mom I'ma get up out of da hood
Mama
My dad taught me the American dream, baby
You can be anything that you wanna be
If I did it y'all could do it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mama, take these guns away from here
Mama, I can't shoot them anymore
Cease fire
I feel a dark cloud coming over
So poor, so dark
It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door

To Biggie Smalls and Tupac
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
Hip hop
To Freaky Ty and Big Heavy
Lost boy
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
Yeah
And to the Princess Aaliyah
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To my brother Big Pun
Terror Squad
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Would someone take these guns away from here
Take these guns from the street, Lord
I can't shoot my brothers anymore
I seen a thug cry
I feel a dark cloud coming over me
Over me
It feels like
It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door
So sing along street children

We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
And to my daddy that passed away
Rest in peace
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To the god, Fred Jordan, we're
And put the Fugees on
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To my people doin time
We're
Locked up
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door

Crypts and Bloods, Latin peace
Please just chill wit the violence
Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
I'm asking y'all please chill wit the violence
Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence
Whoa
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To my people in the Twin Tower
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
And to my soldiers in the Pentagon
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
New York
New York
New York
New York
New York
Mama
To my people in the streets
I'm talkin to you now
Please put down your heat
Oh Lord
To my brothers that's on the corner
Oh God
Ay get out quick or you too will be knockin on heaven's door

f/ MB^2, Yossou N'Dour

[Wyclef as Amadou]
Boy I am so tired
I'll be glad when I get inside the house
Oh, I dropped my keys
Oh what tis bright light?
My God they must gonna rob me
Who these people with them all at they gonna rob me
I'm gonna take out my wallet to make sure they just get the money
Nothing else.. (??)
Oh it's the police (*whew*)
I feel so much better
I will show them, I have my ID
so they know I am good people

{*followed by a rapid flurry of gunshots*}

[Wyclef Jean]
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil for thou art with me thou ride with me
J-J-Jah! Ras-tafari
I can't forget you knotty dreads, y'all up in here
I gotta respect that, youknowhatI'msayin?
Night is in the air

Enemy.. on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?

You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir

You guys are vampires
in the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite?

You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir

Have you ever been shot
forty-one times?
Have you ever screamed
and no one heard you cry?
Have you ever died
only so you can live?
Have you ever lived
only so you can die again, then be born again
from these enemies, on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?

You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir

You guys are vampires
in the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite sir?

You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir

Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko
Diallo, Diallo - you told me the murder was an error
Diallo, Diallo - but every man will be judged
Diallo, Diallo - according to his words

Have you ever been held
against your will?
Taken to a dark place
where not even scientists can reveal?
So what is for Ceasar
let it be for Ceasar
Cause we don't want no peace
We want equal rights and justice.. for

Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko
Diallo, Diallo - you tell me that the murder was an error
Diallo, Diallo - but every man will be judged
Diallo, Diallo - according to his words

You know what?
You told me - that I wouldn't understand man
Tonight some cry - in the streets a burial
Survival of the fittest - only the strong will survive
How can I survive - with forty-one shots by my side?

You guys are murderers
in the middle of the night
Killin innocent people
is that your appetite? Ohhh

You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir

You guys are vampires
in the middle of the night
Suckin on human blood
Is that your appetite?

You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir - lick a shot for

Diallo, Diallo - similar to Steven Biko
Diallo, Diallo - I can hear your spirit callin, I can hear it
Diallo, Diallo - Ten thousand chariots with no riders
Diallo, Diallo - They on they way to America, I hear the tribe singin

They're sayin -
Diallo Diallo, Amadou Diallo (14X)
Amadou Diallo..

[samples]
Now there ain't but 20,000 police in the whole town
Can you dig it? Can you dig it? CAN YOU DIG IT?!?!

Yo, I'm a dedicate this to everybody that was at Woodstock '99
DMX, Limp Bizkit, Sheryl Crow amongst many
Yo, just before I got on stage this chick came on to me
She offered me sumthin
It looked kinda strange, it was in a bag
I said "Yo, girl let me talk to you real quick"
Yo

I don't sniff cocaine 'cause it melts my brain
For sexual stimulation I neved did no ecstacy
I don't pop pills, I neved did no LSD
but I wouldn't mind a kiss from Ms. Mary
'Cause

She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard
She's homegrown and you can get a kiss in her backyard

I remember when I was a young boy
I waited for my grandad, "So daddy can I get a puff?"
He looked at me, he says "Son, man, you're too young kid"
"When you get older now and you understand that"
"I let you get one kiss from Ms. Mary"
'Cause

She's homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard
She's homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard
If she allows you to you can hold her-a
She's homegrown and you can kiss her in her backyard
She's homegrown - I like to be with you Ms. Mary - in your backyard

That's when she looked at me and she said 
"Wyclef this' what I want you to do son"

Come on 
Inhale - exhale
Exhale - inhale
Inhale - exhale
Now hold it now
Inhale - exhale
Inhale - exhale
Exhale - inhale
Now breath in my face

Marijuan' Marijuan'

She said that
She's homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard
She's homegrown, she said "'Clef, I'll kiss you in my backyard"
And my daddy don't need to know
She said that
I'm homegrown and you can grown me in your backyard
I'm homegrown and you don't need to worry for my backyard

That's when it sounded we get in trouble, "I gotta go girl"
This' what she said
Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher, and higher (2X)
Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher

I'm about to take it higher (4X - in the background)

Come on y'all, come on y'all, come on
Yo, I want for everybody sleeping on my guitar skills
It's about to beat on right about now
Turn my guitar up yo!

What up Jimi Hendrix, I'll see you baby
Yo, Carlos Santana, thanks for the lessons baby
Yo, Steve Rod, I ain't forgettin you man
To the godfather B.B. King
and to my man Eric Clapton
I think I'm forgettin somebody, man
The ?????, ha-haaaaa
Yo, Jerry Wonder, man, 
you're playin that bass like Bootsie Collins, man
Don't hurt 'em baby boy
?????

[Wyclef Jean]
Lets go
So so you think you can tell
heaven from hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail
A smile from a fair
do you think you can tell
Did they get you to trade
your heros for goals
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
for a lead role in the game

whether you listenin to hip hip-hop
or you tuning to rock
refugees on your box
we gonna take over ya blocks

lets go
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're jus two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year
Runnin over the same old ground
But have we found the same old fears
Wish you were here

whether you listenin to rock
or pumpin the hip hip hop
refugees on your box

Critics don't mistake this for just any cover tune
I'ma take y'all to the dark side of the moon
Kickin in my moms room this song was just a thought
A young refugee labeled, jus come with a passport
Dad used to tell me about the American dream
My dream was waking up the projects
a young teen listening to hip hop
my brother tune me into rock
put me up on pink floyd and banned from the british blocks

whether you pumpin the hip hip hop
or you tuning to rock
refugees on your box
we gonna take over the blocks
from n.j to bk to the u.k

f/ Lauryn Hill

{S} indicates the actual words in spanish
{T} indicates the translation into english

---
{S}    Hola! Soy Celia Cruz
{T}    (Hi! I am Celia Cruz)
{S}    Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!)
{T}    (And I'm here with Wyclef celebrating Carnival; Azucar!!)
[singing]    Guantanamera
[Wyclef]    We out here in Miami just shining
[singing]    Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef]    Worldwide
[singing]    Guan-tana-mera
[Wyclef]    Bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing]    Guajila voy, de na meda
        Yo soy un hombre sincero
[Wyclef]    That was then, this is now
        Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!
[singing]    De donde crecen las palmas

[Wyclef Jean]
Spanish Harlem!             Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie Down Bronx!        Oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan!            Oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to Staten!             Oahh-eee-ohh!

[Wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
    Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
    Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...

Verse One: Wyclef Jean

Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba
I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac Woman better yet Space Invader
If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me

Chorus:

Guantanamera
    Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
    Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...

[singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses]
{S}    Soy una mujer, sincera
{T}    (I am a sincere woman)
Do you speak English?
{S}    De donde crecen las palmas
{T}    (From where the palm tree grows)
Can I buy you a drink?
{S}    Soy una mujer, sincera
{T}    (I am a sincere woman)
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
{S}    De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
{T}    (From where the palm tree grows)
You killin me
{S}    Y antes de morir, yo quiero
{T}    (And before I die, I want to)
..
{S}    cantar mis versos del alma
{T}    (sing the verses in my heart)
Te quiero mama, te quiero!!

Guantanamera
    Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
    Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera

Verse Two: Lauryn Hill

Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us
to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado
And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo
and then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum
And waited patiently while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera

[Wyclef responds to singing again]
Guantanamera
    Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila Guantanamera
    Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...