When I was young, Mama me a guitar A and she said I'd go far She said, "Just keep it raw, the hardcore" Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner my
Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Sedeck I got a to tell, here we go
Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he out the car And caught a bullet in his He caught a in his bubblegoose He a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be at the gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in your
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I write Oh yeah, and if you know, success brings stress I'm vexed, my rings, collect caller from Jeff The say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, the deal, son?" "Yo, I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I the I'll street blues "The will make you, them too can break you They an execution like Fu Manchu" "Who?" "You know the character 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 plastic bag with a attached" "Saying what?" "A million and a half or he be back" "So me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp" "If not, at the funeral, you play the harp" Yo, why they wanna start and make me my part? they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art? I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the S-s-s-s-someone the horn, I turned and looked left To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck
Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to around the block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, bulletproof One night, he out the car And caught a bullet in his He a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a in his bubblegoose You can be at the gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in bubblegoose
You're shootin' in the opposite I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold on ammunition On wig transition?" My mission, Take 6, is to spread love But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' gloves You up in my face, I see the fear in your You gonna feel the pain a grown man gettin' circumcised Shalom, shalom, my left But my right hand's on throat, massaging you to death You provoke the cycle, call lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh You hear me Urkel, your will turn purple Like the color, you holler, for your mother No-one hears you though you knock You used to walk around the with the daily rock done changed since your spark got hot Now you got your wocked with your very own Glock
Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block from my grandma stayed Black BMW rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he out the car And caught a bullet in his He a bullet in his bubblegoose He a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be witcha gettin' loose But you can catch a in your goose He caught a bullet in his He a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be at the gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in goose