Fugees — Mista Mista

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean] 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 dollar You go get shot up with more and more needles And you tell me that you're drug-free Drug-free [Verse 2: Wyclef Jean] Mista, mista I haven't ate anything for a week Can I get a quarter? Hell no, motherfucka What can a quarter get you? Nothing, motherfucka You are just fucked up Off them fucked up drugs You know you need to fucking leave alone But you keep telling me that you're drug-free Motherfucka You ain't drug-free You're a fiend [Bridge] And every time I try to help you You pretend as if it's okay Then later on the week You go back To shootin' needles, to sniffin' Oh, motherfucka, but you told me you were drug-free Drug-free [Outro] You ain't drug-free, motherfucka So you damn well can't get no motherfuckin' money from me