to reminisce Should I do music or sell rocks Grow my own crops Livin in the PJs That's when an angel, Gabriel, said It's all a masquerade Eyes wit no
Yo this is Jimmy Henchman and you wouldn't wanna be in what I be in Now if you want management, 1-800-Henchman, boy Straight up on 93.1 Masquerade
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy I'm sure y'all heard about my dad Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy This one goes out for everybody that lost somebody
Stop it Yo, if you don't stop, I'm gonna get you before you get yourself This has been Philipe Luciano broadcasting live on Hot 93.1 Masquerade Holla
guard ki soti an Italy Men nou konnen wyclef pa janm mache san fizi Mezanmi si li fe nwa map tire sou la lune Paske nou konnen Wyclef Jean se Jean-Jacques
Masquerade, 93.1, this is Big E Who goes there Hello, yes, am I on the air Fo sho, live and clear, baby Hi, this is Kwaliah, I would like to request
I remember playin my guitar in the projects Playin in the PJ's A product of the environment Pour some liquor for those who passed away I told my mom
a masquerade Paid for your billboard slots You're a masquerade Because the block knows hot You're a masquerade You're livin in a uh You're livin in a masquerade
clearly one of a kind It's best you realize only the fittest survive For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside You don't wanna come outside Masquerade
For midnight lovers only A slow jam exclusive Hot 93.1
Barre Ti-Jo pou mwen, me zanmi Zombi, barre yo Woy, se Wyclef me zanmi Woy, depui m'piti mon onc Reynol te montre'm mizik sa tande Coupe Cloue Ti-Mano Raymond Jean
man Somehow I believe that shhhh [Chorus] (Wyclef) Oh, what a night Late December, 1993 (what happened?) Who thought he would rule the industry? What an MC on the grind [Wyclef
the people, man Ay Ay Chorus To my killers in the club wit the burners that be screamin out blow Ain't no need to shoot tonight To my ladies that be shakin they ass to that Wyclef
God Chorus Peace God You gave me the voice to speak, God Speak God Wyclef Jean bout to hit the streets hard Peace God Peace You gave me the voice to speak, God Masquerade
Mmmmmmmmm... yeah [Wyclef] (PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's So I gotta rep for the PJ's The elevators with the pissy hallways Bangin on the project walls
Pussycat, Pussycat I love you Yes, I do You and... We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there Let's go Chorus Whoa, whoa, whoa
This joint right here It goes out for the fellas Creepin in the lady's home when they man ain't home Ladies help me say Chorus If you ain't treatin
Ortiz) [WYCLEF speaking (Claudette)] (Oooh) I'm just sittin here playing the guitar (Oooh) (City High.. Claudette.. Wyclef) [VERSE 1] [WYCLEF:] Excuse
