Текст песни Wyclef Jean f Bumpy Knuckles, M.O.P. - Masquerade
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[Wyclef] (Billy Danze)The streets is mad right now (Tell em` why we mad!)Rappers whatever you call yourselves pack your bags and get outta town(Get outta town! Get out!)Cause I`ma strike down on thee with grave vengeance and furious angerThose who attempt to poison the hoodI`ma let y`all know the preacher`s son is back! (Waiya!)Uh, RefugeesOne time, M.O.P. (Oh, oh, oh, oh)Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (Oh, oh, oh, oh)Now the world is in trouble, come on (Oh, oh)Yo, you`re number one on the charts! (You`re a masquerade!)Paying for your Billboard slots! (You`re a masquerade!)Because the block knows hot! (You`re a masquerade!)You`re livin` in a, you`re livin in a (Masquerade!)I`m on first so this ain`t a rap verse it`s more like a voodoo curseSo when you die kids`ll throw rocks at your hearseCause you lie too much you ain`t got no gat at your arms reachJust aimed it at your headpiece now you pissin` in your briefsHold up we just saw you on your BET, your MTVYour public access channel talkin` bout `I`m a thug!`You`re an animal, a cannibal, you even scared HannibalBut when the blackout came, no lights for your candlesSo welcome to the real world where a spade is a spadeAnd I`ma call it like I see it and ya`ll livin in a masqueradeEven though Jacob iced you out with the bagetteMoney with no respect, that makes you a suspectSo you can`t ride through BrownsvilleYou wan`t peace, you better call ChurchillIf not feel Clef when he connects with M.O.P. familyAnd plays guitar at your eulogyYou wanna claim you run the blocks! (You`re a masquerade!)Givin` information to the cops! (You`re a masquerade!)Howc ome you`ve never seen a rock! (You`re a masquerade!)You`re livin` in a, you`re livin in a (Masquerade!)[Billy Danze] (Lil` Fame)Uh, uh, uhNow you grimey little bastards line up, times up, I`m up(They see it) William Danze`ll show you how to get it crunk(I`m still) plottin` with Fox (to death) I do it with Clef(Forever) We`re world mackin` thats to the deathNigga blast (blast) blast royalty you dumpsters better get backBefore you get a setback and get clappedThat`s it and that`s that, Clap!(Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!)Now I`m gone nigga haul thatTake all that and fall back[Lil` Fame] (Billy Danze)I kick too much ass (kick ass) to rock shoes by PradaFuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo` hotter (hah)We still ? down shitThe street don`t want that watered down shitNigga Fame we clear the whole stage (uh)You don`t wanna ride niggas we got road rage![Wyclef] (M.O.P.)Now I`ma let my hoods out! (You`re a masquerade!)Unless you feedin` the dogs! (You`re a masquerade!)That`s why we steal and we rob! (You`re a masquerade!)You`re livin` in a, you`re livin in a (Masquerade!)[Bumpy Knuckles]I`m here, I`m hereSixteen bars of murder here murder baby this ain`t a facadeNiggas pumping they fist like they punchin` at GodOver ten years rippin` emcees I bring it hardDon`t make me split your chest and pull your guardR&B singer the greatest and now barredCause he been feelin` on booties of too young cutiesGot more bombs left you punk niggasReach to shake the Bumpy hand you got no arms leftYou ain`t a pimp nigga you ain`t a mackYou keep bitches in the house all day I keep them on the trackDrinkin` coke cold wearin` long mink coats blackHear them twelve inch stillettos tappin` through the ghettoI can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain`t a partOf shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hardI keep the underground in shape and never be softYou wanna make it like the fat naked bitches turnin` me off![Wyclef] (M.O.P.)Now I`ma let my hoods out! (You`re a masquerade!)Unless you feedin` the dogs! (You`re a masquerade!)That`s why we steal and we rob! (You`re a masquerade!)You`re livin` in a, you`re livin in a (Masquerade!)Miri Ben-Ari won`t you take `em to the middle east[Billy Danze] (Lil` Fame)Uh uh uh (uh) uh (uh)