We used to be number 10, now were permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
Beat you so bad make you feel like you aint wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became Dead George stealin chickens
From my farm, damn, another dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then Im bringin on Haitian Sicilians
Nobodys shootin, my bodys made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade
That sounds sick maybe one day Ill write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies
Of their own families, whats going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon
Trying to front like hes down with Mount Zion
1-Oooh La La La,
Its the way that we rock when were doing our thang
Oooh La La La,
Its the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah,
Sweeeeet Thing
Yeah in saloons we drink Boones and battle goons till high noon,
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poons.
See hoochies pop coochies, for Guccis and Lucci
Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin sushi, bumpin Fugees.
Hey Hey Hey
Try to take the crew and we dont play play
Say say say
Like Paul McCartney, not hardly,
ODD-ly enough
I can see right through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they cant handle us, WE BUST
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High",
Cried when Cochise died.
Im twisted, black-listed by some other negroes,
Dont remove my Polos on the first episode.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldnt diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound sets bootie , and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause Im superfly when
Im super-high on the Fu-Gee-La.
(repeat 1)
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Smokin beadies as I burn my calories,
Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees,
Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me.
From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
Buju Banton, Im a true champion, like,
Farakkhan reads his Daily Quran its a phenomenon,
lyrics fast like Ramadan.
Whats goin on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like hes down with
Mount Zion.
(repeat 1 twice)

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