Yo, the Brooklyn Bridge is going to yo Yo, this is Wyclef the Refugee Allstars up in here The CNN for the Yo what's I here about the police in Brooklyn? Turn jam up yo Yo this is the type of jam that be No Airplay I the whole world to hear this joint right here (apocalypse baby) Yo this is the type of jam that be getting No You asked for it buddy, it comes...
- Hook] - 2x One, two ; out for the man in blue Three, four; I it raw and hardcore Five, six; you're beating us nightsticks Seven, eight; I'm forced to a thirty-eight Nine, you put me in a pen if I could do it all again, I'd probably your chin
[Wyclef - One] I'm from a land of black bats, alley and cats Scratch up my car, set me up for the Under pressure, I've got a gat Two straps, a of sixteen caps Say something More positivity positivity, more police brutality Thugs get angry, the violence You peace, make Wyclef chief of police Riding through the hood it's the same old either you play ball or you drug dealy-dealy Standing on the block when the gets hot to get set up, by a crooked cop So I'm back, rhyming on instrumentals I touch, it turns monumental Me and Wonder, we keep it credible for the streets At the time we've gotta eat When we it's to enterprise We're to sell a hundred mil before we die But is broke, that's the situation Nine-seven, it's no more eviction No more war milk, no more government Police keep on at our bulletproof Bentleys
Yo this is the type of jam be getting No Airplay The Brooklyn Bridge is to collapse, apocalypse This the type of jam that be getting No The ghetto is fed up, we got the in the air
- 1x
[Wyclef - Verse
Hey yo, on Earth, the party's still at the Tunnel on the West side of the river, what man Rats get fed to the Gun blasts equivalent to the in Pearl Harbor Rescue choppers, Brooklyn to Hiroshima I'm driving to Jersey to escape the I was on the highway pushing a Viper A car pulls up, is he a or a sniper? A blue Range Rover, he says over I know he was a DT undercover I out my lungs, 'This is discrimination! What's the He said, 'You just a gas station' 'Who me? Not me! It be, I was at the Grammy's with L-Boogie, you see me on TV?' 'B.S.!, you're all in the gang' He ran me off the road, he was Roscoe Pe-col-trane I stayed calm, gave him a hell of a Cause if it's ever time to go, all I gotta press is Heard him on his walkie, block on 280 West Things got serious, when I bust a left U-Turn, my burn, my concern, was the truck comin head-on waited a second, changed position Close one heh, I went up in a blaze Running from appeared to be a masquerade You the story, it's the same old math In Brooklyn, police put a up a man's ass!
This is the of jam that be getting No Airplay The Brooklyn Bridge will son! This is the type of kam that be No Airplay Police needs to stop!!!
I'm out! Wyclef Jean, CNN...CNN...CNN! (Where at?! Where Brooklyn at?) Can't forget Jersey baby! Police brutality is all the whole world, we really need to all of that out...