When I was young, bought me a guitar A and she said I'd go far She said, "Just it raw, the lyrics hardcore" Listen to my and get up, I'm on the corner with my
Hey kids, gather around, Wyclef and Melky Sedeck I got a story to tell, we go
Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 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 in his bubblegoose 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
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I write 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 street "The friends make you, them too can break you They plan an execution Fu Manchu" "Who?" "You know the from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)" "Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you" "Hey yo, cousin Rohann..." "Uh-huh" "Who used to bang" "Uh-huh" "DT's found his hand in the of Bennigans" "What?" "In a plastic bag a note attached" "Saying what?" "A and a half or he won't be back" "So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, sharp" "If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp" Yo, why they wanna and make me play my part? they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art? I jumped into my car, gotta be a joke Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and left To my surprise, it was my sis, Sedeck
Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block from my grandma stayed BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he out the car And caught a in his bubblegoose He caught a in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his You can be at the gettin' loose But you can catch a in your bubblegoose
You're in the opposite position I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold on ammunition On wig transition?" My mission, like Take 6, is to spread But all you screwed got me wearin' black gloves You up in my face, I see the in your eyes You gonna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' Shalom, shalom, pardon my But my right on your 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 blood will purple Like the color, you holler, for your mother No-one hears you though you knock You used to walk the block with the daily rock Things done since your spark got hot Now you got your knot wocked with your own Glock
Sit right back and hear a of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the 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 bullet in his He caught a in his bubblegoose You can be witcha girl gettin' But you can catch a in your goose He a bullet in his bubblegoose He a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be at the party gettin' But you can catch a bullet in goose