[Intro: Wyclef Jean]
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Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there
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to just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant
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Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'?
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I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around
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[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
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H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
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Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
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Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah
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Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
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H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
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Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
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Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah
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Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
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[Wyclef Jean]
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If you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK)
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If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
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Cause this, some the cemetary's, the reality
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Where the tough guys get buried in their property
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Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung
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I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son
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I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime
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But ah, murder got no time
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The country has no law, it's either rich or poor
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I'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for
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I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat
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When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke
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I look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt
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My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope
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Figure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X
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Swing like the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest
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Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump
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let me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that'cha ego!
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Aiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable
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Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival
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When will he come, what will he do, what will he say?
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That's all a mystery, but have your hand grenade
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so you can blow the motherfucker away
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Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat
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So Praswell, grab the mic and be complete
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[Pras]
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Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate
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Another style for Praswell to translate
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For those who can't relate to stay down my - no-man wait
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No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake
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[Wyclef Jean]
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You said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's
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Your sharpshooters are lousy, we mend to-high-be-high hoodies
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So show your face-a when you waste, I know who's smokin'
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The bigger that you try to put out yours just makes me Mr. Nobody
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Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know!!
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Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
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what did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side
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You tried to scare me but I won't mover-a
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The bully of the block becomes the hour of the glock
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So cuckoo!! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard
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But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy
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And in the funeral, you'll be singin' a new tune
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May your soul rest on the moon (?Jack in wood spoon!!?)
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In Channel Seven, you said: "Death before Cut"
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You killed so many that your conscience ended up - whattup? (WHAT!!)
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Aiyyo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
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So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
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You call me a punk, I gotta step cause all you did was flex
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But don't get closer cause the kid still gotta keep his rep
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See I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel
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Like the follow got the boo, like the miller got the boo
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Let the fool cop the man-jewel, suck up, up the ?cool-lew?
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Oh why you got the ha-ha-lew-lew?
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I got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop
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You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop
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to beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep
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I gotta make a sale so I can eat, beep, beep
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The Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off, you know I got no time to sleep, so beep-beep
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[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
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H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
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Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
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Fugees on the mic, YEAH!!
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Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
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[Pras]
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Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence
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They brought me in another charges of a legal residents
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