[Wyclef (Billy Danze)] The streets is mad right now (Tell em' why we mad!) Rappers whatever you call yourselves pack your bags and get outta town (Get outta town! Get out!) Cause I'ma strike down on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger Those who attempt to poison the hood I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back! (Waiya!)
Uh, Refugees One time, M.O.P. (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Now the world is in trouble, come on (Oh, oh)
Yo, you're number one on the charts! (You're a masquerade!) Paying for your Billboard slots! (You're a masquerade!) Because the block knows hot! (You're a masquerade!) You're livin' in a, 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 kids'll throw rocks at your hearse Cause you lie too much you ain't got no gat at your arms reach Just aimed it at your headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs Hold up we just saw you on your BET, your MTV Your public access channel talkin' bout 'I'm a thug!You're an animal, a cannibal , you even scared Hannibal But when the blackout came, no lights for your candles So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade And I'ma call it like I see it and ya'll livin in a masquerade Even though Jacob iced you out with the bagette Money with no respect, that makes you a suspect So you can't ride through Brownsville You wan't peace, you better call Churchill If not feel Clef when he connects with M.O.P. family And plays guitar at your eulogy
You wanna claim you run the blocks! (You're a masquerade!) Givin' information to the cops! (You're a masquerade!) Howc ome you've never seen a rock! (You're a masquerade!) You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)
[Billy Danze (Lil' Fame)] Uh, uh, uh Now you grimey little bastards line up, times up, I'm up (They see it) William Danze'll show you how to get it crunk (I'm still) plottin' with Fox (to death) I do it with Clef (Forever) We're world mackin' thats to the death Nigga blast (blast) blast royalty you dumpsters better get back Before you get a setback and get clapped That's it and that's that, Clap! (Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!) Now I'm gone nigga haul that Take all that and fall back
[Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)] I kick too much ass (kick ass) to rock shoes by Prada Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah) We still ? down shit The street don't want that watered down shit Nigga Fame we clear the whole stage (uh) You don't wanna ride niggas we got road rage!
[Wyclef (M.O.P.)] Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!) Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!) That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!) You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)
[Bumpy Knuckles] I'm here, I'm here Sixteen bars of murder here murder baby this ain't a facade Niggas pumping they fist like they punchin' at God Over ten years rippin' emcees I bring it hard Don't make me split your chest and pull your guard R&B singer the greatest and now barred Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties Got more bombs left you punk niggas Reach to shake the Bumpy hand you got no arms left You ain't a pimp nigga you ain't a mack You keep bitches in the house all day I keep them on the track Drinkin' coke cold wearin' long mink coats black Hear them twelve inch stillettos tappin' through the ghetto I can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain't a part Of shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hard I keep the underground in shape and never be soft You wanna make it like the fat naked bitches turnin' me off!
[Wyclef (M.O.P.)] Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!) Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!) That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!) You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)
Miri Ben-Ari won't you take 'em to the middle east
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