When I was young, Mama bought me a A microphone and she I'd go far She said, "Just keep it raw, the hardcore" Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner my
Hey kids, gather around, Wyclef and Melky Sedeck I got a story to tell, we go
Sit right back and a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block from where my stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows One night, he out the car And caught a bullet in his He a bullet in his bubblegoose He a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be at the party gettin' But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose
Hey yo, hey yo, my in my hand, OK, what should I write next? Oh yeah, and if you know, success brings stress I'm vexed, my rings, collect caller from Jeff The say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, the deal, son?" "Yo, I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll blues "The friends will you, them too can break you They plan an execution Fu Manchu" "Who?" "You the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)" "Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you" "Hey yo, your Rohann..." "Uh-huh" "Who used to bang" "Uh-huh" "DT's his hand in the back of Bennigans" "What?" "In a plastic bag with a attached" "Saying what?" "A and a half or he won't be back" "So me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp" "If not, at the funeral, you play the harp" Yo, why they start and make me play my part? Don't they like Sting, I can turn this murder into art? I jumped my car, there's gotta be a joke Traffic's up, who's in town, the Pope? S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and left To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky
Sit right back and hear a tale of a 'round my way He used to around the block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he out the car And a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his You can be at the gettin' loose But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose
You're shootin' in the position I'm thinkin', "Should I or hold back on ammunition On wig transition?" My mission, Take 6, is to spread love But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black You up in my face, I see the fear in your You gonna feel the pain like a grown man circumcised Shalom, shalom, my left But my right on your throat, massaging you to death You the cycle, call Michael lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh You hear me Urkel, your blood turn purple Like the color, you holler, bawlin' for your No-one you even though you knock You used to walk around the with the daily rock done changed since your spark got hot Now you got your knot with your very own Glock
Sit right back and hear a tale of a 'round my way He used to clock around the block from where my grandma Black BMW rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he out the car And a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his He caught a bullet in his You can be girl gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in goose He a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his You can be at the party loose But you can catch a in your goose