Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth
Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life
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
This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen
[WYCLEF] I woke up this morning I was feeling kind of high It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie Selassie said greetings in the name of the most
ask me for my license registration Where the fuck do I work? What the fuck is my occupation? Well, I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees Mother Mary caught
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and make you want
Have you ever worn the mask, yeah One, two, one, two M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day Feds be hawkin
Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give
drink's my only remedy For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty, Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright, Fugees come
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me
One, two, I'm 'bout to set this off, like this Hip-hoppers, check it Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why?
Mista mista, can I get five dollars So I can get something to eat? Hell no motherfucka You can't get no money from me 'Cause every time I give you a
Translation: Fugees. Score.
Translation: Fugees. Score (Album Version).
Translation: Fugees. The Score.
[CLEF] Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo, But at times I come in triple. Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead. Wyclef
