Cause many rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin' So here's sut-um to take you from the am to the pm (Pras) Cause a imitator could never be greater
(feat. Mary J. Blige) [Wyclef] Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J. I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar You know what I'm sayin'? Yo
[ODB] Man man, look up at the sky All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight Look at em! Chorus: Mya Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
[Wyclef - Spoken] I wanna dedicate this song, Gone 'Til November... To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room And all you fellas,
The sweetest thing I've ever known Was like the kiss on the collarbone Soft caress of happiness The way you walk, your style of dress I wish I didn't
Intro: Lauryn Hill Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Uhh
[CLEF] We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one, In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes
Strumming dub plates with our fingers, Eliminate sounds with our song, Killing a sound boy with this sound, Killing a sound boy with this sound, Taking
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger dies
Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet. Good friends we had, Good friends we've lost along the way. In this great future
Intro: Wyclef Jean Pick up your microphones Pick up your microphones Chorus: Wyclef/Pras How many mics do we rip on the daily Say, me say many
Chorus: Lauryn Hill Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna find you, and take it slowly Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna
(Wyclef) Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Round up de posse, Fugee comin
[CLEF] Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo, But at times I come in triple. Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead. Wyclef
: Intro: Lauryn Hill Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Uhh
: Intro: Wyclef Jean Pick up your microphones Pick up your microphones Chorus: Wyclef/Pras How many mics do we rip on the daily Say, me say many
: This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger
