The of the hip hop ammadeus Toussaint St. Jean drama
Streets pronounce me Streets pronounce me Streets me dead Streets me dead pronounce 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 ever die, all I do is
The streets pronounce me two holes in my head At the funeral, I had more than the grateful dead Haters talkin' sayin' I went left
Akon took my spot, will.i.am my vest Started beatin' on the coffin 'cause I hear the crowd But they can't hear me Lil' Jon's preachin' too loud That's when the bishop said last for friends and family
the fans stood up and said y'all forgot the Fugees Fifty million records sold straight the basement How y'all gon' tell me is irrelevant A stood up and said, yup I got amnesia Last time I remember him was Gone 'til
He said I don't no more, all I do is sing songs Last he felt me was when I rhymed with Big Pun That's right get the hate off ya You a rap con artist, not a Kanye (I dead)
Streets me dead pronounce me dead Streets me dead Streets pronounce me Streets pronounce me pronounce me dead
I 'em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead The of the dead, I could never get And if I ever die, all I do is
I mean the streets say it's been a while since they me spit That I so hard, my ghostwriter must be cannabis But far permit, this is how I But my battle raps couldn't get me groceries from the super So I found target to aim at
I went from food stamps to the a mac's Eight track cassettes, the CD's, the Bmx bixes, the hoopdies, the hot And my swag from Nazareth
How you gon' say I'm dead when I rose Lazareth And this mystic, I ain't talkin' voodoo We do carry spears the Zulu's So watch your mouth boy, I dead
Fo' the city gon' turn red, blood will So before you speak boy your tone Fo' my gon' turn you to a statue of stone (I dead)
Streets pronounce me Streets pronounce me Streets pronounce me Streets pronounce me Streets pronounce me Streets me dead
I tell 'em I'm alive but rumor says I'm The of the dead, I could never get And if I die, all I do is ride
They all got shocked I rose from the coffin Dust my self off then out to new Jerusalem Destroyed and rebuilt, my voice sound like Audio tune like milk, I used to shop lift with no
And time toy guns the size of elves I seen the ra-ta-ta-ta into the real shells Yup killa, you ya luck Went to sleep in the pond, woke up with the
And this ain't gangsta talk, I don't talk the I suggest you walk or get in chalk And you from the street But yet you the streets You a C, O, P, a cop walkin' the
But the rule on the they could turn on you Like a pit bull givin' him food Or the girl that you bought all the cars and the Only to find out on memorial dey in the swimmin' pool (I dead)
Streets pronounce me Streets pronounce me Streets pronounce me Streets me dead pronounce me dead Streets me dead
I tell 'em I'm alive but rumor I'm dead The of the dead, I could never get And if I die, all I do is ride
Yea Warriors From the hut, to the projects, to the So know you, y'all ain't got no excuses I'm
Wyclef aka St Jean