"The Streets Are Like A Jungle"

[Wyclef]
One, two...
One, two-One,two...
Yo!

[Chorus]
Hey yo! The Streets Are Like A Jungle
I'm countin' money in the jungle
Hey yo! The Streets Are Like A jungle
Guns go off in the jungle

[Wyclef - Verse One]
I tip my derby like Zorro
Ain't no such things as war heroes
Frontline planes fly by, like the sparrow (BLAOW!)
My face hits the dirt, flashbacks of Vietnam
Remind me of the L.A. riots, when it was on
Fire hits the street, neon lights are bright
My tank cuts the corner, enemies take flight (That's right!)
Make no mistake, you can't have this cake it took too long to bake
and you can't carry this weight, so move on
These are the words of the elders
Babysitters got caught with cocaine in a baby's diapers
Explain that, in the form of a rap
She got caught with vals, A-CRACK-A-LACK-A-LACK!!!
Now I'm upset, I get back to the projects
First one I blast was a usual suspect, a fiend
In the alley, named Ricky
Talked to a Det. rookie, gave him the info
About the paliquo, and where he gotta go
All he want in return is a Sony stereo

[Chorus 1x]

[Wyclef - Verse Two]
Hey yo my mind is my business so I'm...
Minding my own, in the club 'til this girl said,
"Let me see your telephone"
I passed her my celly
She called her girl Mary
And said that she just broke up with her nigga out in D.C.
She needs a new honey, in the city she gets lonely
I finally figured out her man's locked up in a penatentary
So tell me, what should I do when she gets off the phone?
The devil said, "Clef, take her ass home!"
God says, "Repect her, her man's in the pen"
This kid pushed me from behind, "Yo, why you fuckin' with my woman?!!!"
Then his girl looked at me, she winked! I blinked!
Now he's coming up to me with the gorilla instinct
Aww, cool-n-shit! I'm sittin' here eatin' shrimp
Besides, I would hate for you to be a missing link
He said, "Son, do you know who I am?! I'm no man, but one man
who? The son of Sam!"
I said you've got this wrong, I never sung your girl a love song
He drew for his weapon, there's no more conversation
Cock!Cock!Cock!Cock!Cock!Cock! He released!
then breathe, His aim went off balance
The music got tense
That's when I knew I was in trouble! The street is like a jungle!
I jumped behind the bar, but caught two in the ankle! POW! (Echo)

"Gone Til November (The Makin' Runs Remix)"
(feat. Canibus, R. Kelly, Khadejiah Bass)

[Wyclef Jean]
Tell me how you like it
Right about now I know y'all diggin this, so just...
turn up, your radio wherever you at
We about to bring it
This is Wyclef Jean up here ("Word to Wyclef" - Busta Rhymes)
With Canibus workin the night shift ("Word to Wyclef")
Yo, we want all the ladies to put your hands in the air ("Word to Wyclef")
and sing this song with us ("Word to Wyclef")
Yo, R. Kelly, ya ready? Come on

[R. Kelly]
Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh, why ohhh why... (uh-huh, uh-huh)
See you've got to understand
I can't work a nine to five
So I'll be gone... til November

[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass]
Tell me say Michelle, my belle
Yo I'll be gone til November
Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up, by crooked cop
Michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus
we workin the night shift, shift, shift

[Wyclef Jean]
I got it made, hey last word from the hustler
Hey, young 'Clef, take care of your mother
Looked at him and replied, "Yo, daddy where you goin?"
He said, "To Baltimore," he'll be back in the mornin
Gave my mom a hug for her soul when she cry
Every man want heaven, no man want die
Vanished through the door, all I saw was his shadow
Heard mom echo, "I don't wanna be a widow"
That's when I realized, death was ahead
Old man pulled off, in a black caravan
With some dark skinned brothers who looked Sicilian
singing Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Cha-me-leon

[Prazwell/Dirty Cash]
Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop the shinin
You wanna stop the shinin? No doubt, ahh

[Wyclef Jean]
Everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ask myself why, oh why (you need muscle for da hustle)
See you must understand (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So I'll be gone, til November (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass]
Tell me say Michelle, my belle
Yo, I'll be gone til November
Standing on the block where the spot get hot selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop
Tell me say Michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus (soooo wronnnng)
we workin the night shift, shift, shift

[Canibus]
Me and 'Clef, we ready to get it on, the three and a half pound
organ imbedded in our skulls is what makes us better than y'all
I'm telling you God, ain't nobody reppin this hard since Genghis Khan
We raise Hell til the heavens fall
Me and my Fugee affiliates buildin, wit plans to make millions
over a quiet game of billiards
Black Sicilians, the descendants of West Indian pilgrims
With the power to collapse buildings
Riding across the ocean floor like Poseidon on a seahorse
to reach our overseas tours
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
in my lady's placenta, I'll be gone 'till November (come on)

[R. Kelly + Wyclef]
Now everytime I make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle, uh-huh)
See you've got to understand (uh-huh)
I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh)
So I'll be gone, til November

[Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass]
Tell me say Michelle, my belle
Yo I'll be gone til November
Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop
Michelle, my belle (you was wrong)
I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song
Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus
we workin the night shift, shift, shift

(Are you a) S-O, S-O
(A meanine) so-so, so-so

[Wyclef Jean]
You gave the feds more info than Sammy "The Bull" Gravano
Jeremiah wore the wire, snitch on Zachariah
In return the feds offer the throne to Neb'kenezer

[Canibus]
Trust me, you don't wanna be the one we bring it to
Our lyrical, can make your rap careers real miserable
You ain't invincible all we gotta do is get pissed at you
Point you out to some people that'll physically injure you

[Wyclef Jean]
It's like Lord, take this ass whippin some more
Like Jay-Z, "pa-pa's," someone pass the guaze

[R. Kelly + Wyclef]
Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh)
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle)
See you've got to understand
I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone, til November...

"Rumble In The Jungle"
(feat. Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Lauryn Hill)

[Wyclef]
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with literature
Taking kingdoms from tsars
Winning more wars than the Moors

[Forte]
Hey, what's the deal?
I seen the Devil spar with Allah
Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is me
To show the Free Bob right
The righteous Asiatic thinker
While Satan rob light
Civilised like the Molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in

[Q-Tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness
Hands blistered from holding the mics tight
Some say it's fright night
Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your breath
The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation
Yo, you saw my lubrication
You can see this occupation (The winner)
Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough
L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw

[Lauryn Hill]
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)
Scribe check make connects
True pyramid architects (yeah)
Replace the last name with the X (X)
The man's got a God complex
But take the text and change the picture
Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures
Take orders from only God
Only war when it's Jihad
See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years
But we the people dark but equal give love to such things
To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings

Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)
Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)
Robbing blue collar
(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)
Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)
We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)
(We're dealing with too many liars)
From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)
We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)

Send me an angel in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling

[Ali Shaheed Muhammad]
Once the pen hits the pad it's danger
To this I be no stranger
Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)
I'm hearing no comments
Everyone looks dispondent
Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston
Catching lists
Beat it, sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to
Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through

[Prazwell]
We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate
One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake
Many lies put up for stakes
Wash our sins at the Great Lakes
You and I cannot see eye to eye
So therefore we cannot relate
I'm here when I make myself crystal clear
You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble
Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle

[Busta Rhymes]
I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script
Taking trips to Zimbabwe
Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)
It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)
Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten
Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister
Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga
This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman
Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu
Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu
We watched the Rumble In The Jungle
To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble
Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones
With the force of a thousnad warriors
When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious

Blocks on fire (You're a star)
(Blocks on fire)
Fiends getting higher (You're a star)
Robbing blue collar (You're a star)
(Yeah rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (You're a star)
Youths get tired (You're a star)
(Youths getting tired)
We're dealing with them liars (You're a star)
(We're dealing with too many liars)
From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)
We need a ghetto Messiah

"No Airplay"
(feat. Canibus, Manhunt)

[Wyclef]
Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse y'know?
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear about the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes

One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin
[repeat 2X:] first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"

I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I gotta leave the gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen caps
Say something positive? No positivity
More positivity, more positivity brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence increase
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of police
Riding through the hood, it's the same ol story
It's either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin on the block when the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm sittin back, rhymin on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible
for the streets, at the same time, we gotta eat
When we commercialize it's to enterprise
We guarantee to sell a hundred mil before we die
But Jerry is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more eviction
No more war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on shootin at our bulletproof Bentley

Yo this the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge about to collapse, apocalypse
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air

One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin

[Manhunt]
Yo bust this
Forty caliber, seventeen through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the calender
My word verses, burst raps you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of preciseness

[Wyclef]
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking me with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to call Canibus
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin

[Canibus]
You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head pull it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin bullets
I walk the streets with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with triplets
When I spit shit I lace it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of five-knuckle phrases
I assure you the vocalist standin before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much faster than yours do
Every three thousand styles I change my voiceboxes oil
Embarass you in front of your crew to annoy you
If you know some chicks that suck a good dick, then I'll employ you
To this hip-hop shit, Canibus stays loyal
That's why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I hurt you
My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on your bitch ass
Make your hard drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/)
Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga

[Wyclef]
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if I could
do it all again, I'd probably bust your whole chin
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? (right here, right here)
A-ight? New Jersey in the house...

The people versus gestapo, what what
Yo, there'll be no sequel to this revolution
There will be no sequel to this revolution
The people versus gestapo
There'll be no sequel to this revolution, what what

"Bubblegoose (Bakin' Cake Version)"

[Wyclef - Hook]
What do you mean?
A pocket full of green
Here comes the fiend, all we do is bake cake
I've gotta get my break, if you can relate
We've gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta escape

Yo, what do you mean?
Here comes the fiend
A pocket full of green, all I do is bake cake
I've gotta get my break, if you can relate
We've gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta escape yo

[Wyclef - Verse One]

Hey yo, my pen's in my hand, okay what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress
I'm vexed,
My phone rings, collect call from Jeff
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends who make you, them too can break you
They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu"
"Yo Jerry slow down son, I'm losing you yo"
"Your cousin Rohan who used to sell bang (uh-huh)
DT's found his hand in the back of Bennigans (uh-huh)
In a plastic bag with a note attached (mmhmm)
A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
If not, at the funeral they gotta play the harp"
Why they wanna start and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
Jumped into my car, it's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope, huh?

[Hook]

[Verse Two]
You're shootin' in the opposite position
I'm thinking, "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition
On your wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed mugs got me wearing black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes
You want to feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised
Shalom, shalom, hey pardon my left
But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death
You provoke the cycle, call Michael
You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, uh-oh
You hear me Urkel? Your blood will turn purple
Like the colour, you holler, balling for your mother
No one hears you even though you knock
You used to walk around the block with the ditty bop
Things done changed since your spot got hot
Now you've got your knot wocked with your very own glock!

[Hook]

...He's dead...
The moral of the story is
Get out of the game, before the game plays you

Big shout out to Mike Tyson

Big shout out to Tiger Woods

I'm learning how to play golf now, even though I think the sport is...
B O R I N G! ! !

"Men In Blue (No Airplay)"

[Wyclef]
Yo, the Brooklyn Bridge is going to collapse yo
Yo, this is Wyclef Jean the Refugee Allstars up in here
The CNN for the world
Yo what's this I here about the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up yo
Yo this is the type of jam that be getting No Airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint right here (apocalypse baby)
Yo this is the type of jam that be getting No Airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes...

[Wyclef - Hook - 2x]
One, two ; watch out for the man in blue
Three, four; I keep it raw and hardcore
Five, six; you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven, eight; I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine, ten; you put me in a pen
if I could do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin

[Wyclef - Verse One]
I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats
Scratch up my car, set me up for the carjack
Under pressure, I've got a legal gat
Two straps, a total of sixteen caps
Say something positive? More positivity
More positivity, more police brutality
Thugs get angry, the violence increase
You want peace, make Wyclef chief of police
Riding through the hood it's the same old story
It's either you play ball or you drug dealy-dealy
Standing on the block when the spot gets hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm sittin back, rhyming on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible for the streets
At the same time we've gotta eat
When we commercialize it's to enterprise
We're guaranteed to sell a hundred mil before we die
But Jerry is broke, that's the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more eviction
No more war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on shooting at our bulletproof Bentleys

[Pre-chorus]
Yo this is the type of jam that be getting No Airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge is about to collapse, apocalypse
This the type of jam that be getting No Airplay
The ghetto is fed up, we got the arms in the air

[Hook - 1x]

[Wyclef - Verse Two]

Hey yo, back on Earth, the party's still at the Tunnel
on the West side of the river, what man quiver
Rats get fed to the alligator
Gun blasts equivalent to the bombs in Pearl Harbor
Rescue choppers, Brooklyn turned to Hiroshima
I'm driving to Jersey to escape the terror
I was on the highway pushing a black Viper
A car pulls up, is he a jack or a sniper?
A blue Range Rover, he says pull over
I didn't know he was a DT undercover
I screamed out my lungs, 'This is discrimination!
What's the charge?'
He said, 'You just robbed a gas station'
'Who me? Not me! It couldn't be,
I was at the Grammy's with L-Boogie, didn't you see me on TV?'
'B.S.!, you're all in the same gang'
He ran me off the road, like he was Roscoe Pe-col-trane
I stayed calm, gave him a hell of a show
Cause if it's ever time to go, all I gotta press is turbo
Heard him on his walkie, road block on 280 West
Things got serious, that's when I bust a left
U-Turn, my tires burn, my concern, was the truck
comin head-on collision waited a second, changed position
Close one heh, I almost went up in a blaze
Running from what appeared to be a masquerade
You know the story, it's the same old math
In Brooklyn, police put a plunger up a man's ass!

[Pre-Chorus]
This is the type of jam that be getting No Airplay
The Brooklyn Bridge will collapse son!
This is the type of kam that be getting No Airplay
Police brutality needs to stop!!!

[Hook]

I'm out!
Wyclef Jean, CNN...CNN...CNN! (Where Brooklyn at?! Where Brooklyn at?)
Can't forget Jersey though baby!
Police brutality is all around the whole world,
we really need to chill all of that out...

"In The Zone"
(feat. Ivy Queen)

[Samples from Hot Chocolate's "You Sexy Thing" Played throughout]

I believe in miracles
Where you from?
You sexy thing (you sexy thing, you)
I believe in miracles
Since you came along
You sexy thing

[Wyclef]
Uno, dos (check it out), tres, cuatro
I woke up in a dream, Wyclef and Ivy Queen
Drinkin with your Hennessey, you spit on Louis the XIII
I ain't tipsy but C-O-P stopped me
Cause I'm with Omar, a Puerto Rican with a Lamborghini
Ole, ole but this ain't a bullfight
Late at night, I'm gonna bring the fright of Poltergeist
Looked at me through the shades,
Tried to play me like a hermit
I looked at Omar and said, "Yo pass me my gun permit"

[Ivy Queen]
Todas las culturas se unen esta vez
Representando los Boricuas junto a Wyclef
Queena es mi nombre el original Borinquen
De tal manera demuestro como, so come again

[Chorus]
Yes, Queena, de que es al pa' ahi
Que no se olvide de que es la ley
Vamos celebrar en el tola y va cantando
Y combate lo que me pertenece

[Wyclef]
Hey where you from Ivy Queen?

[Ivy Queen]
Puerto Rico, One time!

[Wylcef]
Hey yo all my thug cats, back to the crime
Hey where you from Ivy Queen?

[Ivy Queen]
Puerto Rico, One time!

[Samples from beginning]

[Wyclef]
He looked at my permit and said, "Get out the car"
I'm about to bring the earth, wind, and fire life from Shining Star
Looked at him bizarre, I said, "Hell no"
The music got tense in a place called el barrio

[Ivy Queen]
Representan no de maneras, man
No hay colo-nias que nos detengan
La-tinos, vengan, siempre sobresalen
A los americanos demostrando lo que saben
Come again, yeah

[Chorus x2]

[Wyclef]
Ivy Queen, there was no one around the street
Was like ghost town, six cop cars, one black, one Porto Rican
I ain't a shook one, so I got out the car
I close my eyes, son, I'm waitin for police to blast one

[Ivy Queen]
Te digo lo que ?, demuestro lo que doy
A (yeah) todos los hermanos habran pasos te voy
Que no dejes, que no crees que vengo esta vez
La Queena, una vez mas, para hacer lasos entender

[Chorus x2]

[Wyclef]
Yo, check the story, I thought I was dead (Oh shit)
Here comes Ivy, in a black Beemer
Pumpin this in my Rivera
Cast the guns, this ain't salsa
It ain't? That's the Macarena
Cause when I looked at the cop badges, I saw no number
How do I know if he's an imposter?
I'm 'bout to feed him to the lobsters
And take him shoppin to the Bahamas, and hide with mobsters

[Ivy Queen]
ay ?
Que a mi me puedan tumbar, ay
Ya yo soy la Reina y te lo vine a demostrar
Man, libra, que los Latinos son high, high
son del medio ?
Te digo lo que ?, demostre lo que doy
Gracias a Jesus Cristo, siempre tengo el control
Ya lo ves, no sabes, tienes que entender
La cuidad viene dura, ya ves con Wyclef

[Samples from beginning]

"25 To Life"
(feat. Xzibit, Juvenile,Nature, Ja Rule,Reptile)

[Wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
(Wake up everybody) Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.

[Xzibit (overlaps)]
Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
stuck with a thousand street hustlers
down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin'
and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual
runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General
walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & Bentleys
I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
see what I mean livin' with the scum of the earth
hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
[Wyclef] (For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life)

[Juvenile]
You got me fucked up I'm innocent
look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side
but you believin' that bitch
You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'
'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go
Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya
Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father
but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother
you know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothin'
'cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks
look the same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life.
(For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life)

QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you
been the same muthafucka since in high school
any beat I shed light to with crazy wattage
Blankin' out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars
learned who not to trust grew obnoxious
so niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
circlin' but they don't slow down take you to court
think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just actin'
Indy's throwin' Tyson back in another year
fuckin' with a nigga's career I cock back at bust in the air
give me space beats with plenty bass drink my Hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas hearts
and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
Picasso from the Hydro roller-slash-hustler CEO-slash-retired soldier
(For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life)

[Ja Rule]
Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short
still the thought of murderer true to the sport
I bang with the best niggas them career criminals
now I'm in with these youngins lookin' to feel me out
Hollerin' 'bout how they gon' hit on me now
Niggas is real wild bangin' before trial
new kicks new trial I don't give a fuck
I'm playin' the yard ox taped to my nuts
ready to self destruct Lord I don't wanna die
but what powered your honor to hit me with 25
I know that real recognize every hustle
and die with these niggas in the struggle
Ya feel me

[Reptile]
Oh God shells loaded in the semi auto quoted
unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene
huntin' for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween
mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends
kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve
in the city slicker bust checks or puff cess
ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets
no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
you 'bout to die thug!
Call the President I'm blowin' up ya residence
spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence
Protestors outside screamin' free Gotti
guard your body SWAT teams is waitin' with the shotty

(For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life)
[Wyclef:] Y'all need to (wake up everybody)

[REPEAT]

For all my people doin' time keep your head up
Wyclef Jerry "Wonder" New Millenium new millenium come on

"New Day"

What we gon' do right now is go back, way back
Bring in the groove

I wanna dedicate this to those who never made it
From kindergarten to the 12th I never graduated
Yo but college wasn't for some of us
So we joined the service
I seen a kid get murdered in Nam listening to Elvis
But on the out looking in
Things stay the same
But at the same vein
Looking out the whole world's changed
So keep your head up
Don't get caught up in the fast bucks
And find your mom crying while your lying in a black tux
Trust me

We don't need no education says a young man
Sitting in class (sitting in class)
School is out 3 o'clock on the dot
He had beef with some kids and he got shot, oh Lord

Turn on the television
I'm watching Martin Luther King who had a dream, oh
So take this dream and apply it to your life
Even though we know the ghetto's rough
But we got to

[1] - Keep your head up
(Uh keep your head up)
Cause a new day will come
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
And look towards the sun
(Look towards the sun)
Even when the darkness shall come

(Ooh) It's real son
(Ooh) To my people living Life it's real son

I turn the page
What's the news today
People getting fired, walking on a wire
Looting on the streets cause the kid's gotta eat
Oh, oh turn around and look at the hour glass
I gotta get it straight
Before it's too late
Cause I don't wanna be behind that gates

Keep your head up
(Uh keep your head up)
Cause a new day will come
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
And look towards the sun
Even when the darkness shall come

[2] - All my people in the back
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
(Didn't ya)
I wanna take this time to thank you
For giving me life, oh yeah
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
(Didn't ya)
I wanna take this time to thank you
Even though I'm doing Life
Alright

(Ooh) It's real son, alright
(Ooh) Can't flee
(Ooh)All my people doing time
(Ooh)People in the back playing cards
(Ooh)Don't lose your money yeah
Yeah tell them don't lose your money, c'mon, c'mon

[Repeat 1]

[Repeat 2]

(Ooh) For my people doing time (alright)
(Ooh) For my people doing time (alright)

"New Day (Pop Radio Edit)"
(feat. Bono (U2))

[Wyclef]
We're gonna take ya back now, come on
I like the way this is going down
Ladies and gents
Yo I'mma do this for the kids check it out
Here we go, yo

[Wyclef]
We don't need no education (yeah)
Says a young man sitting in class (yeah)
School is out 3 o'clock on the dot (yeah)
Beef with some thugs, he got shot (yeah)
Turn on your television (yeah)
Martin Luther King just had a dream (yeah)
Take this dream and apply it to your life (yeah)
Shorty's selling crack, is a talking job

[Wyclef]
To all my refugees, enough respect
To all my juveniles, enough respect
To all my war children, enough respect
Now Bono won't you sing the hook, come on

[Bono (Wyclef)]
Keep your head up
(Uh keep your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Every country got a ghetto, come on)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

[1 -Wyclef]
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
I wanna take this time to thank you
Even though I'm doing Life
Alright
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
And taken by machine gun trigger
Out for giving me life

[Wyclef]
Yo, yo turn the page ready the news today
People getting fired, some getting wild
Looting on the streets cause the dogs gotta eat
(Grrr!) By any means necessary
Turning over the hour glass
Gotta get it straight before it's too late
Cause I don't wanna be behind that gate
Now everybody sing the hook

[Bono (Wyclef)]
Keep your head up
(Your head up, your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(For the new millennium)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

[Repeat 1]

[Wyclef]
My people in the front, everybody in the buck
Hey yo raise the roof up in the air, come on
And just raise the roof for all my people trying to eat
Stomp your feet on the floor come on and just stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp
Introducing Bono, straight out of Dublin

[Bono (Wyclef)]
Midnight she's on the street, she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
Midnight she's on the street, oh she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
(Let me do the guitar solo right here)
(I want all you kids to stand right now, come on let me hear y'all)

[Bono & Children's Choir (Wyclef)]
Keep your head up
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Ha, ha)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(All my broke people sing this part right here)

[Repeat 1]

[Wyclef]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Wyclef and Bono
Jerry Wonder in the back
I let the DJ cut the wax
Y'all need to stop it with the violence
True Refugee combination
Dublin, Brooklyn, New Jersey, ya hear
Trying to find a new year