When I was young, Mama me a guitar A and she said I'd go far She said, "Just keep it raw, the hardcore" to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my
Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky I got a story to tell, we go
Sit right back and hear a tale of a 'round my way He used to clock around the from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows One night, he out the car And a bullet in his bubblegoose He a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his You can be at the party gettin' But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I next? Oh yeah, and if you don't know, brings stress I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect caller from The say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, the deal, son?" "Yo, I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll blues "The friends will make you, too can break you They plan an like Fu Manchu" "Who?" "You know the from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)" "Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you" "Hey yo, your Rohann..." "Uh-huh" "Who used to bang" "Uh-huh" "DT's found his in the back of Bennigans" "What?" "In a bag with a note attached" "Saying what?" "A million and a or he won't be back" "So meet me by the Bridge, 12:00 sharp" "If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp" Yo, why they wanna start and make me my part? Don't they know like Sting, I can turn murder into art? I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the blew the horn, I turned and looked left To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky
Sit right back and hear a tale of a 'round my way He used to clock around the block where my grandma stayed Black BMW with to match, windows bulletproof One night, he out the car And caught a in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his He caught a in his bubblegoose You can be at the party gettin' But you can catch a in your bubblegoose
You're shootin' in the opposite I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold back on On wig transition?" My mission, like Take 6, is to spread But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black You up in my face, I see the fear in eyes You feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised Shalom, shalom, my left But my hand's on your throat, massaging you to death You provoke the cycle, Michael You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in window, oh oh You hear me Urkel, your will turn purple the color, you holler, bawlin' for your mother No-one hears you even you knock You to walk around the block with the daily rock Things changed since your spark got hot Now you got your wocked with your very own Glock
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