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The return of the hip hop
Wyclef St. Jean drama

pronounce me dead
Streets me dead
Streets me dead
Streets me dead
Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me

I 'em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead
The resurrection of the dead, I could get
And if I ever die, all I do is

The streets pronounce me
Puttin' two holes in my
At the funeral, I had more friends the grateful dead
Haters started talkin' sayin' I went

took my spot, will.i.am took my vest
Started beatin' on the coffin 'cause I hear the crowd
But they can't hear me 'cause Lil' Jon's too loud
when the bishop said last words for friends and family

Then the fans stood up and said y'all forgot the
Fifty million records sold straight from the
How y'all gon' tell me Wyclef is
A rapper stood up and said, yup I got
Last time I remember him was Gone 'til

He said I don't no more, all I do is sing songs
Last time he felt me was when I with Big Pun
That's right get the off ya chest
You a rap con artist, not a West
(I dead)

pronounce me dead
Streets me dead
Streets me dead
pronounce me dead
Streets me dead
Streets pronounce me

I 'em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead
The resurrection of the dead, I never get
And if I die, all I do is ride

I mean the streets say it's been a while since heard me spit
That I spit so hard, my ghostwriter must be
But far permit, is how I started
But my battle couldn't get me groceries from the super market
So I found target to aim at

I went from food stamps to the black a
Eight track cassettes, the CD's, the
Bmx bixes, the hoopdies, the hot
And my swag come Nazareth

How you gon' say I'm dead when I like Lazareth
And this ain't mystic, I ain't voodoo
We do carry spears the Zulu's
So watch your boy, I ain't dead

Fo' the city gon' turn red, will shed
So before you speak boy watch your
Fo' my chrome gon' turn you to a statue of
(I dead)

Streets pronounce me
Streets pronounce me
Streets me dead
pronounce me dead
Streets pronounce me
Streets me dead

I tell 'em I'm alive but says I'm dead
The of the dead, I could never get
And if I die, all I do is ride

all got shocked when I rose from the coffin
Dust my self off headed out to new Jerusalem
Destroyed and rebuilt, my voice sound silk
Audio tune like milk, I used to shop lift no guilt

And time toy guns the size of elves
I seen the ra-ta-ta-ta into the real shells
Yup killa, you press ya
Went to in the pond, woke up with the ducks

And this ain't gangsta talk, I don't the talk
I suggest you walk or get outlined in
And you ain't from the
But yet you the streets
You a C, O, P, a cop the beat

But the rule on the streets could turn on you
Like a pit bull after givin' him
Or the girl that you bought all the cars and the
Only to find out on dey fuckin' in the swimmin' pool
(I dead)

Streets me dead
Streets me dead
Streets me dead
Streets me dead
Streets pronounce me
pronounce me dead

I tell 'em I'm but rumor says I'm dead
The resurrection of the dead, I never get
And if I die, all I do is ride

Yea
music

From the hut, to the projects, to the
So know you, y'all ain't got no excuses
I'm

aka Toussaint St Jean