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OH NA NA NA FUGEES FULL
Thief stares The opposite direction of the room, he pulled his gun and said I'm doomed join the son of man in the tomb I see the soldiers, comin from out the shadows Ready for battle, ain't trying to hear the baffled Warriors lined up in full war gear In it to win it if it goes on for years Dedicated to the stable of the Assassins Revolutionaries, just bring on the action Chorus Soldier man Rewind selector soldier man Refugee soldier man Brooklyn soldier man L.A massive soldier man New Jersey massive soldier man Uptown massive soldier man Long beach massive soldier man You know the whole world watches soldier man Boom biddy bye bye open up ya eyes you'll be the next one todie.
OH NA NA NA FUGEES SKIN
to Brooklyn why you doin all that talkin Think you got a soul but you're a Dead Man Walking Yo toast the host from coasts' we boast When we meet again, I will be Casper that Friendly Ghost You'll hear shots, like the show Cops Things are still the same, I'm still growin crops Wyclef with B-Real, let me build better yet Killa bee kill Yo B-Real watch your grip Chorus: B-Real, Wyclef, Lauryn Hill Hi, boom biddy bye bye Ahhhahhh, ahhhahhh You open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh Boom biddy bye bye Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh Ohh as simple as they come as as simple as they die Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh Boom biddy bye bye Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh Yo who told the boy, to pack a forty-five Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh Boom biddy bye bye Ahhahhhh, ahhahhhh Now he rest in the place that they call paradise Verse Two: B-Real, Wyclef Fools run up, but they've never seen the last Spread your last lyrics get broken like glass Can he pass or does he posess the will Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real Punks are broken some day fall off the ledge Refugee Camp bringin it straight over the edge You duck as I fluff the feathers from ya skin How ya gonna win that's like Satan without no sin (without no sin) They'll never happen while I'm rappin I be watchin The Philistines, creepin up in Manhattan The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with Muggs But there's no survivors, they all died in the flood Chorus Verse Three: Wyclef, B-Real Yo, once a child, twice a villain If this was drugs I'd make a million off this combination They say you'redope Clef you're dope so they offer me sess and beer Beware, you pull your wallet Mr. Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill Yo, bringin it on Cubans meet the Haitians Perfect combination, check it Verse One: Wyclef, B-Real You say guns I say pistolas Well if you got beef son Callate la boca Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination From L.A.