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Jean Wyclef The Ecleftic - 2 Sides II A Book However You Want It [HOOK:] However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts Your body carried out the church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh my baby!) They shoulda took me first However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts Your body carried out the church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...) [Verse 1] Aiyyo What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston Cuz ''My Love's your Love'' will be my slugs wit blood For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang Find yourself in the river with the rest of them Wake up, wake up, I'm in a nightmare dream Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line You look strange, shootin victims at close range And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I snatched his chain Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples Which one, look through the crowd son You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual A wannabe Rakim, but too extraterrestrial I heard he's lethal and I'm too rusty to battle him Me being rusty is like Biggie not being *Born Again* It never happen, watch who you call fam On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man Predicted platinum, way before it happened So that's why when you ship gold, you only sold aluminum And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record? C'mon! [HOOK] [Verse 2] You a thug? You aint a murderer, just an undercover caligula Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch If I wasn't rappin, I'd take that stash in your left socks Don't make me raise my voice cuz I'm masterin a coo So, and besides when they find you you'll be bones Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers Orderin Don P, you couldn't pay for one beer Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys Here's my advice, leave the ring with your bride Cuz you aint comin back no more We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs on the seashore You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was psychotic Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life Kid you tellin me what you did, you didn't wanna do Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true [HOOK] [Outro:] Should I take them? Should I wait? Should I take them? Should I wait? Should I take them? Should I wait? I say ''No Woman, No Cry'' like I should own a piece of the estate But at the tribute they didn't invite me So I put in a call to Halis Alassi He said be easy, aint no need to bust a shot (BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!) Like Supercat said, yo the ghetto's red hot Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING, BLING! |
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