Fu-Gee-La

We used to be number 10, now we're 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 ain't 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 I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians

Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade

Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade

That sounds sick maybe one day I'll write a horror

Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA

Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies

Of their own families, what's 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 he's down with Mount Zion

1-Oooh La La La,

It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang

Oooh La La La,

It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring

Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah,

Sweeeeet Thing. She loves me like no other before, ay

Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till highnoon,

Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's.

See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci

Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees.

Hey Hey Hey

Try to take the crew and we don't 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 can't handle us, WE BUST

Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High",

Cried when Cochise died.

I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes,

Don't remove my Polos on the first episode.

Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and

Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and

Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superflywhen

I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La.

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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, I'm a true champion, like,

Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon,

lyrics fast like Ramadan.

What's 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 he's downwith

Mount Zion.

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