Masquerade lyrics

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Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
I'm sure y'all heard about my dad
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
This one goes out for everybody that lost somebody
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
Be strong
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy

Now I understand what Scarface meant
When he said I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die
Never in my deepest thoughts that I would imagine

I remember playin my guitar in the projects
Playin in the PJ's
A product of the environment
Pour some liquor for those who passed away
I told my mom I'ma get up out of da hood
Mama
My dad taught me the American dream, baby
You can be anything that you wanna be
If I did it y'all could do it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mama, take these guns away from here
Mama, I can't shoot them anymore
Cease fire

The streets is mad right now
Tell em why we mad
Rappers whatever you call yourself
Pack ya bags and get out of town
Cause Ima strike down on thee wit great vengence and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison da hood
Ima let yall know da preachers son is back
Uh, Refugee, one time, one time
Uh, M.O.P., two time, two time, one time
Bumpy knuckles now the world is in trouble
Come on

It's funny how the Earth rotates, man you never know what's
going to happen, ya know mean?
All I said was "Aiight, I got this chiki bang bang dang da dang"
Then it all got it started for me, man
Yo, man I'm just getting back from the tour, man
What it be like, man?
Yo, bust it, turn me up
Somebody told me if you can make in New York City, man, you can
make it anywhere else, man

Yo its a lot a tension on this dance floor right now
A lot a thugs
A lot a thugettes
A lot a sets
A lot a projects
A lot a hungry people
I cant take this pressure no more
I gotta scream for the people, man

Ay
Ay

Chorus
To my killers in the club wit the burners that be screamin out blow
Aint no need to shoot tonight
To my ladies that be shakin they ass to that Wyclef sound

I?m only eight
I got no choice but to sling crack

Yo who you pushin weight for

Dog I ain't no rat
Cause rats get found in the back of garbage trucks
With they mouth taped up
Lookin like sittin ducks

Well you don?t look like a sittin duck and your mouth ain't taped up

What more small the market, Clef
You get stuck up

With what

From a fiend
I just bought a twenty-two

Mmmmmmmmm... yeah

[Wyclef]
(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rap for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day

Yo if it wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin on a corner, watch you approach
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya rope

Pussycat, Pussycat I love you
Yes, I do
You and

We gon send this one out to all the pussycats strugglin out there
Lets go

Chorus
Whoa, whoa, whoa
See dat pussycat
[Repeat three times]

Pussycat, lay back, take a sip of this yak
Feel me on this track
Girl let me spell out pussycat
Youre the p-u-s-s-y-c-a-t
Thats Clef in the drop Lex
Keep the prophylactics for safe sex

Light is in the air right now
Two thousand and two rebel music
The saga continues
Listen, children

Whats the problem in Manhattan
Every ten men they look like Bin Laden
So I have problems when I go to the airport
First thing they do they wanna ask me for my passport
The said Wyclef we love the Fugees the score
But did anybody give you any strange package to bring on board
I was like no

this joint rite here
it goes out for the fellaz
who be creepin in the ladies home
when their man aint home
ladies have me saying

do DO do DO do DO....

(Chorus)
if ya aint treating you girlfriend rite
trust me when i tell you this
one day you wont be missed
some one will replace you kiss
ya wanna be hardcore like the rapper jadakiss
or a thug like me

Im jus sitting here playing the guitar
[City high igh igh igh igh]
Claudette, Wyclef

Wyclef
(Excuse me if you see me screaming
but deep in my mind Im only dreaming
because if I wake girl and your, not by my side
I feel like half of me is no longer alive
So please shorty, before you walk out that door, boo-by
Would you listen to my song?)

Claudette
[If only, I give you one last chance

Light is in the air right now
Two thousand and two rebel music
The saga continues
Listen, children

Whats the problem in Manhattan
Every ten men they look like Bin Laden
So I have problems when I go to the airport
First thing they do they wanna ask me for my passport
The said Wyclef we love the Fugees the score
But did anybody give you any strange package to bring on board
I was like no

f/ Claudette Ortiz (City High)

This is the remix!

[J.D.]+(Claudette)

Yea, (JD) see y'all know we takin this (Claudette)
Uh huh, (Wyclef), uh huh, (collabo), So So Def

[Hook]

[W.J.] If ya girl read ya two-way pager wanna know "Who's Tanya?"

(Ain't no need to fight tonight)

[C.O.] And my girl called me up said

she saw you at the bar buying drinks for Cassandra

Men Wyclef
Gade Elizabeth fache(Elizabeth pa fache non)
Li di se pa ou ke li vle(se neg tet grenn lap tann)
Li di se BAD BOY yo lap tann
Li renmen dread Lox yo pou li kapab danse
Li renmen jan nou Mixe

Konpa direk direk direk
Nou mixel avek on ti reggae reggae reggae
Apre sa nou mete Hip Hop Sou li
Leve men nou si nou reprezante pou Ayiti
Anko anko
Konpa direk direk direk

For midnight lovers only A slow jam exclusive Hot 93.1

Masquerade, 93.1, this is Big E
Who goes there

Hello, yes, am I on the air

Fo sho, live and clear, baby

Hi, this is Kwaliah, I would like to request a song

Make it quick or get the click, mama

I wanna hear I'm a th, what's that shh
That Thug Like Me, Kwa

Alright Instant Request, Masquerade Hot 93.1, baby

If you could see them
The bullet riddle brothers you thought were brave
The thugs, the gangstas
If you could hear them right now as they knock on heaven's door
They would tell you straight up
Stop the sh-t
The shootin, the bangin
Too many tears
Too many wakes
Too many twenty-five to lifes
And wake up
They're up there right now talkin to you in tongues of fire
For the love of life

Yo this is jimmy henchman and you wouldnât wanna be in what I be in
Now if you want management, 1-800-henchman, boy
Straight up on 93.1 masquerade

(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)

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

(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'

* send corrections to the typist

[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

[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

[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]

(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

f/ Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Lauryn Hill, Prazwell, Q-Tip

[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

(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")

[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

(feat. South Park Kids (Matt Stone,Trey Parker))

[Wyclef] I go by the name of Wyclef Jean
We are the RefFugee All-Stars (one two)
We salute the soldiers around the world
[Eric C] Hell yes!
[Wyclef] This one is called bullet in your bubblegoose

[Wyclef begins harmonizing]

[Eric C] Mack 10!
[Kyle B] Cartman, this isn't Mack 10
[Eric C] SERIOUSLY, Mack 10!

[Wyclef Jean]

(feat. Queen Pen, The Product, & Naomi Campbell)

[Phone Rings]

[Phone Voice Sample]
If you'd like to make a call, dial your operator
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again

[Wyclef Jean]
I got it started to my face
I got it started to my face, right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!

(feat. Spragga Benz)

[Intro - Wyclef]
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

[Wyclef (spoken)]

Rolling Stones could not be here with you tonight, Led Zepplin couldn't
be here with you tonight, but we got Wyclef Jean in the house tonight.
Yo, I woke up on the other side of the bed. Tune into my rock station,
and someone say hip-hoppers can't play rock and roll, huh.

[Wyclef] (singing) Chorus:]

I cheated on you, you cheated on me,

(feat. The Product, Queen Pen)

[Wyclef:]
Chickenheads, gobble, gobble
Thugs in the dance, no shootin', shootin', shootin'

[Hook:]
I cheated on you, you cheated on me
(to all the girls I cheated on before)
And this is not the way it's supposed to be
(It's a new year, I got a new change of gear, I swear)
So tell me girl, are you for real are you still down

[Wyclef - Spoken]
I wanna dedicate this song, Gone 'Til November...
To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room
And all you fellas, going down south...Not making it back...
May the lord bless your soul, I love you girl

[Wyclef - Chorus]
Every time I make a run
Girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself, why oh why
See you must understand
I can't work a nine to five

Haiti, I wanna welcome yall to West Indian day Parade (Sak pase)
This is my Carabanner, The PJ's Remix IN CREOLE let's Go!!

Ghetto Nou te fet nan ghettoooo (Kenbe zam nou)
Fok nout reprezante pou moun poooo (Pa tire Pa tire)
Paske si se pat pou moun poo
Nou pa tap janm konnen Wyclef
Mwen pa sou bo no
Mwen pa sou bo sud
Mwen pa sou bo les
Mwen pa sou Bo wes
Msou bo bel dam yo

(feat. Butch Cassidy, Big Jack, Sharissa)

[B] Wyclef, Butch Cassidy, Sharissa
[W] What up
[S] Unnnnnh!
[B] From the West Indies to the West Coast
[W] Callabo
[B] You say keep it gangsta

[Chorus: Wyclef (Butch Cassidy)]
But when the beef come, you're the first to run (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)
Yo, that ain't your gun, it belongs to... (YOU SAY KEEP IT GANGSTA)