8

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