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 you're 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 becoming 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
Ooh la, la, la
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Ooh la, la, la
It's the natural la that the refugees bring
Ooh la, la, la, la, la, la lalala la laah
Sweet thing, she loves me like no other before, ay
Yeah, in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon
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
Oddly 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 superfly when
I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-la
Ooh la, la, la
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Ooh la, la, la
It's the natural la that the refugees bring
Ooh la, la, la, la, la, la lalala la laah
Sweet thing, she loves me like no other before, ay
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 Qur'an, 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 down with
Mount Zion
Ooh la, la, la
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Ooh la, la, la
It's the natural la that the refugees bring
Ooh la, la, la, la, la, la lalala la laah
Sweet thing, she loves me like no other before, ay
Ooh la, la, la
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Ooh la, la, la
It's the natural la that the refugees bring
Ooh la, la, la, la, la, la lalala la laah
Sweet thing, she loves me like no other before, ay
