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Jean Wyclef Masquerade Masquerade The streets is mad right now Tell em why we mad Rappers whatever you call yourself Pack ya bags and get out of town Cause I'ma strike down on thee wit great vengence and furious anger Those who attempt to poison da hood I'ma let y'all know da preacher's son is back Uh, Refugee, one time, one time Uh, M.O.P., two time, two time, one time Bumpy knuckles now the world is in trouble Come on Yo, you're number one on the charts You're 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 I'm on first So, this ain't a rap verse It's more like a voodoo curse So when you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya hearse Cause you lie too much You don't got no gat At your arm reach is ink At your headpiece now you pissin in your briefs Hold up We just saw you on your BET and MTV, a public access channel Talkin bout I'ma thug You're an animal, a canibal, you even scare hannibal But when the blackout came no light for your candle So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade And I'ma call it like I see it Ay, y'all living in a masquerade Even though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes Money wit no respect ¨C that makes you a suspect So you can't ride through Brownsville You want peace you better call Churchill If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P. family and plays guitar at your eulogy You wanna claim you run da block You're a masquerade Givin information to the cops You're a masquerade I mean you never seen a rock You're livin in a uh You're livin in a masquerade Masquerade Now the grimy lil bastards line up Time's up I'm up They say we dem dans to show you how to get it crunk I'm still plottin wit Fox Today I do it wit Clef Whoever We throw mack and that's to the death bless royalty You youngstas better get back before you get a set back and get clapped That's it and that's that Clef Hold that Take all dat and fall back I kick too much ass Kick ass To rock jewels, rock Prada F-ck Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta We still grip arms Brook norm bound sh-t The streets don't want that watered down sh-t Fam, we clear the whole stage You don't wannaa ride wit us We got road rage Now I'ma let my hood tell you You're a masquerade I bet you feedin the dogs You're a masquerade I thought we still and we rob You're a masquerade You're livin in a uh You're livin in a masquerade I'm hittin sixteen bars A murder, real murder, baby This ain't a façade N¡ªgas pumpin they fist like they punchin at gods Over ten years rippin MC I bring it hard Don't make me split yo chest and pull yo card R&B singer the greatest and now barred Cause he been feelin on booties of too young cuties Got mo bombs left You punk n¡ªgas, we used to shake your pumpy hands You'll have no arms left You ain't a pimp You ain't a mack You keep b¡ªches in the house all day I keep em on the track Drinkin cocoa and wearin long mink coats black Hit em twelve-inch stilettos Tappin through the ghetto I can see it in your eyes Little n¡ªgas you ain't a part of shakin n¡ªgas hand, shakin n¡ªgas heart I keep the underground in shape It never be soft You wanna make it like them fat naked b¡ªches turnin me off Now I'ma let my hood tell you You're a masquerade I bet you feedin the dogs You're a masquerade I thought we still and we rob You're a masquerade You're livin in a uh You're livin in a masquerade Neary Paneary won't you take em to the Middle East |
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