Wyclef Jean Album

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[Wyclef Jean:]
Yo I'm happy to be in the South
To set off my tour in the countryside
But who better to set it off for me than this man right here

[Kenny Rogers:]
Yo this Kenny Rogers chillin on the country side
With men like Wyclef (uh-huh) Jerry Wonder (uh-huh)
Big Jack (mm-hmm) Big Beast (mm-hmm)
And we gon' do something like this for you

You got to know when to hold 'em (YEAH, YEAH!)
Know when to fold 'em (DJ's, DJ's!)
Know when to walk away (HIP-HOP, HIP-HOP!)
Know when to run... (YEAH, YEAH!)
You got to count your dub-plates (GHETTO, GHETTO, GHETTO)
Before you touch the turntables (ALL HOODS!)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
That means your sound is done (Y'ALL READY?)

[Chorus: Kenny Rogers]
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to walk away
Know when to run... (hey, hey, hey, hey...)
You got to count your dub-plates
Before you touch the turntables (DJ's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
That means your sound is done

[Pharoahe Monch:]
Get the hell up!
'Clef said, get the hell up!
Now throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps y'all whassup?
Ladies; lookin hot and pretty
Doin your thing in the club high saditty
WORLDWIDE - the gritty committee pity the fool that
Act {shitty} in the midst of the calm, the witty
(You got to know when to hold 'em...)
Y'all know the name!
Same assassin from before, but the beat just changed a little
(?) who flip flows
That got women in they thongs gettin on but not Sisqo
Select your squad team and your itch
Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego
No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me
Easily defeat measley MC's and tease you
Ease back squeeze two in your wig and breeze through

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[Wyclef Jean:]
C'mon, c'mon
(Get the hell up!)
Soundbwoys ('Clef said, get the hell up!)
(Now throw your hands in the sky) Yo
This combination gon' bust from Brooklyn to Shanghai
Feel the boogie boogie Henny got me tipsy tipsy
Kenny Rogers and Pharoahe Monch? No way, this can't be
48 tracks, country meets rap
Put this on full blast, I'm about to break all formats
My destiny is to lead while y'all follow
This is (Showtime) and I'm (Live at the Apollo)

[Chorus 2: Kenny Rogers & Wyclef]
You got to know when to hold 'em (soundbwoys)
Know when to fold 'em (emcees)
Know when to walk away (yeah, yeah, yeah...)
Know when to run
You got to count your dub-plates
Before you touch the turntables (DJ's)
Cause if you run out of big tunes
That means your sound is done

the return of the hip hop ammadeus
wyclef Toussaint St. Jean drama
streets prounounce me dead x6
i tell em im alive but rumor says im dead
the reserucction of the dead....i could never get
and if i ever die, all i do is ride

the streets prounounce me dead
puttin 2 holes in my head
at the funeral, i had more friends than the grateful dead
haters started talkin sayin i went left
akon took my spot will i am took my vest
started beatin on the coffin cuz i could hear the crowd
but they can't hear me cuz lil' jon's preachin too loud
that's when the bishop said last words for friends and family
then the fans stood up and said y'all forgot the fugees
50 million records sold straight from the basement
how y'all gon tell me wyclef is irrelevant
a rapper stood up and said yup i got amnesia
last time i remember him was gone til novemeber
he said i don't spit no more all i do is sing songs
last time he felt me was when i rhymed with Big Pun
thats ightt get the hate off ya chest
you a rap con artist not a Kanye West (I AINT DEAD!)

streets prounounce me dead x6
i tell em im alive but rumor says im dead
the reserruction of the dead...i could never get
and if i ever die, all i do is ride

i mean the streets say it's been a while since they heard me spit
that i spit so hard my ghostwriter must be cannubis
but far permit, this is how i started
but my battle raps couldn't get me groceries from the super market
so i found another target to aim at
i went from food stamps to the black a mac's
8 track cassettes the cd's the ipod's
bmx bixes the hoopdies the hot rods
and my swag come from nazareth
how you gone say im dead when i rose like lazareth
and this aint mystic i aint talkin voodoo
we do carry spears like the zulu's
so watch your mouth boy i aint dead
fo' the city gon turn red, blood will shed
so before you speak boy watch your tone
fo' my chrome gon turn you to a statue of stone (I AINT DEAD!)

streets prounounce me dead x6
i tell em im alive but rumor says im dead
the reserruction of the dead...i could never get
and if i ever die, all i do is ride

they all got shocked when i rose from the coffin
dust my self off then headed out to new jerusalem
destroyed and rebuilt
my voice sound like silk
audio tune like milk
i used to shop lift with no guilt
and christimas time toy guns the size of elves
i seen the ra-ta-ta-ta turn into the real shells
yup killa you press ya luck
went to sleep in the pond, woke up with the ducks
and this ain't gangsta talk, i don't talk the talk
i suggest you walk or get outlined in chalk
and you ain't from the street
but yet you walk the streets, you a C.O.P. a cop walkin the beat
but the rule on the streets they could turn on you
like a pitbull after givin him food
or the girl that you bought all the cars and the jewels
only to find out on memorial dey fuckin in the swimmin pool (I AINT DEAD!)

streets prounounce me dead x6
i tell em im alive but rumor says im dead
the reserruction of the dead...i could never get
and if i ever die, all i do is ride

yea
warriors music
drama
from the hut, to the projects, to the mansions
so yall know you ya'll aint got no excuses

I'M ALIVEEEE

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[Wyclef Jean with Spragga Benz]

You know I got the reggae mix but this ain't complete
Know what I mean? To all the girls I cheated on before
Right about now all my thugs around the world
If you love reggae music I want you to do this

Check it out, yo
Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put your lighter in the air, right, right
This is going straight to number one, check it out, yo

Chicken head
(Jack it up, jack it up)
Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
I see it in your eyes
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight

To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get this letter
It's four pages but my name ain't Aaliyah

I don't know much about biology or chemistry
Failed the S.A.T.'s, study Brooklyn zoology
Remember me, Wyclef, the memory
Ecstasy with no theory of manoghany

To be or not to be, last words from Shakespeare
But a package says I wanna get the bitch with no fear
A few good men in a new millennium
Woman got a new law, if you cheat you're a dead man

So I've been dead like hundred times
Ask Cyndi Lauper, she'll tell you time after time
She became an infomaniac, wanted it all the time
A thin line between love and lust
She mistake me for the rapper when I said Can-I-Bus

Chickenhead
(Jack it up, jack it up)
Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
I see it in your eyes
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight

(To all the girls I cheated on before)
(Spragga Benz, where're you at, wher're you at?)
Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead
We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head
Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead

We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, yo
See my gal, she a gimme a hug each day I come
Each an hour, understand, now she be on the bum
Wake up in di morning, all she know we are alone

Each day I cheat on a chickenhead I figure on
Bust it, man, I go chill, me called a gal you wanna kill
She have faith, she have di skill
I know she want it she will

Gimme the right, a me remember
Me have to come back for November
But the gal fe mi calendar forget that be the day
Chickenhead in a di beb, I feel dead, I feel dead

We have to jack it up, jack it up, keep up your head
Chickenhead in a di bed, I feel dead, I feel dead
We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, jack it up
(Yo Spragga Man, what's going on?)

Chicken head
(Jack it up, jack it up)
Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
I see it in your eyes
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight

To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Yo, yo, from the college dorm, until dusk is dawn
I never felt cold until I lost one
Don't let go like En Vogue chocked on

Clash of the titans, now I'm in my unicorn
I left New Jerus, I'm on my way to Brooklawn
Someone hit my bumper, I turned around and saw Sharon
Got surprised because I saw little Shawn

In the passenger seat with a bottle of dom
Remain calm, called Cocren on the horn
Salaam, warm up the jeep 'cause a murder about to go on
What the bomb, bomb but this ain't a reggae song
It's like a old flick, Godzilla vs King Kong

If you saw the movie than you know what's gonna happen
Down South, West Coast, than back to Manhattan
Like Vanessa from "Soul food" when she came at night
Thank God, it was a dream 'cause I woke up with my wife

Chicken head
(Jack it up, jack it up)
Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
I see it in your eyes
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight

Thugs around the world, yo
Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put your lighter in the air, right, right
Salaam Remi, Wyclef Jean, Spragga Benz
Nobody's safe no more

Lock your door, chicken heads on the loose
Oah, I'm out, refugee Camp
A B C, for your crews wanna test
Good night, good night, good night

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you bleed I bleed so why should i fear the man that got the chopper up in his hand
you try i cry everybody want to be Scarface but nobody want to die
if i never made it i could have never had the rubber band start up kit stick up glutes from here to Connecticut
if I never made it by the time they found my whereabouts blaze of glory I would've went out in a shoot out
if i never made it I prolly cock back the iron shoot myself 9 times get rich or die trying
if I never made it right in front of the judge right that day he give me life i would've let em understood

(CHORUS) But I made it oh boyz it's the first of the month and my government cheese we made it If i made it you can make it you gotta take it Brenda still gotta a baby her man in the penitentiary i'm a send a kite to let her know

you bleed you made him bleed you never feared the man that had the chopper up in his hand yeahhh
you cry oh you made them cry everybody want to see saint Paul but nobody want to die yeahhh
and my teacher suggested I was supposed to end up in the dump in the back of the trunk body smelling like skunk
she predicted there would be no 21 could it be cause the good die young
oh on a life i'll be carried in the casket saw the future like my name was Nostradamus
but what she don't know before I was born it was written I would come in the form as a Hasion

(CHORUS) But I made it oh boyz it's the first of the month and my government cheese we made it If i made it you can make it you gotta take it can't nobody stop ya we gonna go to jupitor and if a hater want a hate you tell em

you bleed I bleed so why should I fear the man with that billfold in his hand recession time
you cry we cry everyone wants a lushion but nobody wanna die
Barmully told you bout the exedus I come to tell you bout the genesis in the beginning yeah we were created yeah to be the greatest yeah let me hear ya say
Barmully told you bout the exedus I come to tell you bout the genesis in the beginning yeah we were created yeah to be the greatest yeah can't tell me different yeah

(CHORUS) But I made it oh boyz it's the first of the month and my government cheese we made it If i made it you can make it you gotta take it well we go ghetto somewhere in the convo i know they listening prayin wishing they children

don't bleed cause we bleed why should we afraid to call the man they got the law up in them hands
the middle east cry dry your eyes tomorrow tho the sun will rise yeah

(Wyclef)
This one goes for every girl holding they man down,
And every man holding they girl down, yeah
I'm on the new ?? I can't even see the needle no more
My girl, she ride, lets go

I got suicide love for ya, ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for ya,
in the middle of the gun fight, girl
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you, like he died for me
You're my Bonnie, I'm your Cyde, lets ride

The thought of you, girl, with another man is the thought of me killing you with a gun in my hand
Call my physcotic if you want to,
But if I can't have you, he can't too
Cause cops will show up in the middle of the night,crimes and passion, we gon' be alright
When she hear my voice, she let me climb her
And now she tippin' me like I'm a male stripper
Animal instinct must be the bookin zoo shot,
Days in the background, sweeetest taboo
Karmasutra love, practice our positions
You would think we were that porn collection

I got suicide love for ya, ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for ya
in the middle of the gun fight, girl
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you, like he died for me
You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde, lets ride

(Eve)
Can't even explain all the feelings for my king
Compared to no other, all of them the same
Listen to my heartbeat, swear you hear his name
No, the sex ain't crazy good, it's insane
I see them chicks with the lust in they eyes
Try to get a taste, get bust in they eyes
Still a ruff ryda, don't trust in them lies
Yes, ride for my daddy til the day that I die
Tattoed his name, and I'd do it again
True symbol of the love be the pleasure of pain
And I know this didn't happen by chance,
Call me alabama, I'm your true romance

I got suicide love for ya, ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for ya
in the middle of the gun fight, boy
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
(Wyclef)
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you, like he died for me
You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde, lets ride

If you ever needed blood, I would cut myself
Just to bring you enough blood to bring back your health
And now you looking at my smiling in that hospital bed,
Saying nigga, gotta be something wrong with your man's head
But the fact is I'm in love with you
And ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for you
Yeah, yeah, imagine the man saying bitch to my queen-down goes your head, out goes the guilentine
And I got no mercy, but when it comes to this love, I would go on a killing spree,
Whatever it takes for you to be with me,
She's like yourrrr so crazy

I got suicide love for ya, ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for ya
in the middle of the gun fight, girl
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me, I would die for you, like he died for me
You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde, lets ride
lets ride, lets ride, lets ride

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[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]

Girl, you know I'm grindin' from the streets
And I want somebody who's just like me
I need a gangsta girl
I'm talkin bout a gangsta girl

And when the FedEx come girl, would you sign for me
And when my enemies come girl, would you ride with me
I need a gangsta girl
I'm talkin bout a gangsta girl

[Verse 1: Lil Kim]

I got your back like a Louis Vuitton knapsack
You make my pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Back shot, watch a rude gal throw it back
(Gangsta Girl) Yeah, a rude gal throw it back

Walk around naked in your boxers, baby
In that chinchilla alligator fox you gave me
Big Daddy, like your name was Kane
You so for real, baby boy, you make my candy rain

If them boys raid the crib with no warrant
I'll be the first one to put it in the toilet
Flush, right before the crib get rushed
In the bedroom, only time I do the cuffs

I'm G'd up like my Gucci
See he be chewin on my coochie
Like a fresh pack of Juicyfruit
A gangsta girl

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]

Girl, you know I'm grindin' from the streets
And I want somebody who's just like me
I need a gangsta girl
I'm talkin bout a gangsta girl

And when the FedEx come girl, would you sign for me
And when my enemies come girl, would you ride with me
I need a gangsta girl
I'm talkin bout a gangsta girl

[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean]

My definition of my gangsta girl
She my best friend, pull me down to the very end
When she drivin, brick she hidin
Case she take it like a lawyer she fight it

Yeah, and I love those lips
When we make love girl, its hotter than the Gaza strip
Yeah, dudes are gangsta but they Disney like Aladdin
They were shakin the presence of Bin Laden, yeah

And my girl she don't fear a thing
To defend her man, she'll unload her magazine
And I don't care what none of y'all sayin
Prolly be with my girl, never worry bout her snitchin

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Girl, you know I'm grindin' from the streets
And I want somebody who's just like me
I need a gangsta girl
I'm talkin bout a gangsta girl

And when the FedEx come girl, would you sign for me
And when my enemies come girl, would you ride with me
I need a gangsta girl
I'm talkin bout a gangsta girl

[Bridge: Wyclef Jean]

If my alarm go off and pray, we don't fear nothin
Cause she sees through the binoculars, with the night vision
Burglar, Up in the mansion
My girl so gangsta she don't wanna call the police station

And now the robber becomes the runner, the runner becomes the hunted
The hunted becomes the hunted on America's Most Wanted
They wanna know how I did it
My girl say she'd rather be tried by twelve, than carried by six

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]

Girl, you know I'm grindin' from the streets
And I want somebody who's just like me
I need a gangsta girl
I'm talkin bout a gangsta girl

And when the FedEx come girl, would you sign for me
And when my enemies come girl, would you ride with me
I need a gangsta girl
I'm talkin bout a gangsta girl

This is for all the revolutionary gangstas
With a gangsta girl
Every king needs a queen
Yeah

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