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
[OMEGA] Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability
toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's. See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees
CLEF: We used to be number 10 But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang, Listen Mrs. Tin Can I'm your candy handy man Me without
[CLEF] We used to be number 10 But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang, Listen Mrs. Tin Can I'm your candy handy man Me without
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
[CLEF] I woke up this morning I was feeling kind of high It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie Selassie said greetings in the name of the most
Mista mista Can I get five dollars So I can get something to eat HELL NO MOTHERFUCKA You can't get no money from me Cause everytime I give you a
drink's my only remedy For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty, Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright, Fugees come
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
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
Family Business on Avon, on Chancellor, on Prince Street on Chadwick, on Stratford on Chancellor on Vailsburg. All of the Brick City. That's my family, we gonna settle The SCORE
my license/registration "WHAT THE FUCK" is my name "WHAT THE FUCK" is my occupation Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees Mother Mary caught a flashback
[CHORUS] Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two, M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day, Feds be hawkin
[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
[CLEF] Another MC lose his life tonight, lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa [CLEF] I haunt
Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth
