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Wyclef Jean( Nel Ust Wyclef Jean )
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The Streets Pronounce Me Dead
Lyricist:Jerry Duplessis, Wyclef Jean, Mack Loggins, Tyree Simmons
We gon' send this out for every street DJ This is somethin' for the mix shows, mix shows
You don't wanna go outside Because the thugs are outside They bustin' slugs outside So you don't wanna go outside
Let's go, uh, I'm outside lookin' in I could feel it through the wind From the streets' shore I could see the shark's fin They ain't eat nuttin' in a week
And they hunger is the reason Why the blood drips on the concrete So run your juice, pit bulls drew They gon' shoot you in the head So what good is your bullet proof
Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation? You just a rat handin' out information You wanna run and said Clef took my paper Clef ain't take your paper, Clef is just a narratora
Think I'm a singer, I'ma have you call a operator 911, now you breavin' through a respirator All dat gun-clappin' yappin', meet me outside You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side
So think before you speak or blood is go leak You shouldn't have no problems understandin' I ain't speakin' Greek, I need a hundred grand And I ain't talkin' 'bout no candy bar
Take over your strip like it's Candahar You gonna see so much red you think you're man on Mars That concrete that's under your feet gon' land on hard I got gooms that stand on guard
Post up waitin' wit the toaster Hit you from close up, bare face No black mask, no silencers On the burners everybody hear da gat blast
Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incinerators I got power like generators, slugs wit names on it The message I send to haters In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors
Me and my men for paper, we don't fear the morgue Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve You can't stop the shine, play a black cloud in my dollar signs And be a victim of a violent crime for real
The flows is death defyin', act real and ya neck be flyin' Brains and guts like I was savin' private Ryan Test the iron and I show you a wall, cat That's filled wit bodies, see where your balls at, if you all dat
And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies And yours could be the next Number 19, erased out the projects I progress everyday I'm livin' this life
I won't stop till I'm buried, dog, I'm livin' it right Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Just gimme the price and I'm willin' to take a chance I keep it ass hard 'cause this sh in my pants And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics You feelin' the physical form as well as the spirit
Don't try to compare it, just listen and love to hear it And if it's fire you know not to come near it I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you
Check, G.O.D., put it down like it's burnin' hot Execute you on the spot no warnin' shot Comin' Timothy McVay, I burn down your block First I kick in your door 'cause in war we don't knock
I got no competition Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror Keep wishin', keep fishin' Get a hundred and fifty stitches
Your last rights, last meal, last wishes This is summin' for the mix shows They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable Toast bottles in blue, the hydroponic goose
I spit ten words, blow you to molecules I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles It's the jewel, whatever I could see I could be
I saw hip-hop became a MC Then I saw the streets became a OG Then I learn to see myself became G.O.D. We get them packs off often
I'm on da block where it's scorchin' The life that I live'll make you nauseous Most of our [unverified]see a coffin Most of our [unverified]see abortions
Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma This is summin' for the mix shows Where you and your mama, grandmama And great grandmama live out the same drama
Where you and your father, father's fathers Great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime The city look [unverified]they changed the skyline
And it's us against swine and they loosin' they mind In the van with my grind and thirst to gimme time I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine My design's undefined, I'm clearly one of a kind
It's best you realize only the fittest survive For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside You don't wanna come outside, masquerade It's Blaques outside, Fam and Prolific, we all outside
So you don't wanna come outside, refugee Ay, yo we gon' send this out for every street DJ That ain't getting no real radio airplay, you know I mean That's comin' on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin' That got da streets on lock, this generation
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