All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2"AHHH
The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
'Cause my class is the *Misedu *
Yeah you could fight, in the WWF
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full Force
You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin
Shadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"
You know who you are, eight bar superstar
Yo, yo, yo
Grandma yell, CD player number two
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards
Uh huh, uh huh
Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
Counting English pounds
We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat?
I tell ya what, success don't come overnight
That's when I daydream into the twilight
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source
You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes
'Cause in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters
Uh huh, uh huh
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
It aint all about the money*
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
It aint all about the money*
How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC
Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini
Girls wit they man, screamin "I hate life"
Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini
Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin
'Cause aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
See, y'all aint MCs, you a CM
Some MCs in the underground, mad at me 'cause I'm above ground
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini
Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack
First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef"
Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
What up
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
Oh Lord, protect me from the devil
Common Motherfucker rhymin about Lexus and Benz
They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Baby girl look in the opposite direction
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
