Fugees — The Score

[Intro: Wyclef Jean] (Y-Y-You rockin' loud but you ain't sayin' nothin') It's time I settle the score (I play my enemies like a game of chess) (Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka) (Ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees) Soldiers Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right (It's time I settle the score) Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left (It's time I settle the score) [Verse 1: Wyclef Jean] Look to the rhyme (Rhyme), rum to the ripple (Ripple) Single, but at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow, put the heater to your head Now you dead Wyclef don't give a ooh if you're dead Rah, rah, let me attack just like a black cat You in the wrong neighborhood, check your map Ooh, you've gotta go for backup to do what you gotta do So you'll be back with France CU Traitor in your crew is mafo heat You put poison in my tea and kill the toad, but I'll be back with the centipede I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo A-hoo, a-hoo, a-hoo, I'm taking all crews, what? Competition, stimulation for the rap man Losers, check your tooters as I'm suckin' on your girl hooters Don't play macho 'cause you got the gun, son 'Cause if you gotta reload (Man) [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (You rocking loud but you ain't sayin' nothin') It's time I settle the score (Too many emcees, not enough mics) (Ready or not, here I come) (Ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees) Soldiers Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right (It's time I settle the score) Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left (It's time I settle the score) [Verse 2: Wyclef Jean] Yo, Wyclef the multi-talented, average heads can't handle it I'll bring it to you live, only if you want it (Only if you want it) Me and my guitar go back like the days of the R MC's (Come on) (Check out my melody) The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef Through any contest, I'm victorious (Bing) Still keep it real if you will, and manifest through your skills Not by how many shells you peel [Verse 3: Pras] I'ma bring down the ruckus, play the nutcracker Ruffneck rednecks, makes me no bother Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper (Time after time) Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners Motion, commotion, what's your proposal? Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal Like utensil, floss like dental I autograph my lyrics with a number two pencil [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (You rocking loud but you ain't sayin' nothin') It's time I settle the score (Oba-observing the hypocrites) (They smile in my face, then they talk behind my back) Soldiers Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right (It's time I settle the score) Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left (It's time I settle the score) [Verse 4: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef] Yeah, I'm the L, won't you pull it? (Pull it) Straight to the head with the speed of a bullet (Bullet) Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freaky gullet Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative Head rushers, I give to creative kids and fiends Dreams of euphoria, aurora To another galaxy, phallic see, be this microphone But get lifted, lyrically, I'm gifted Burn on it without the roach clip, it hinders, mind bender Pleasure sender so frequently your nerve endings belong to me Wrongfully, you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke Wack niggas choke from the fumes that I emote Or emit shit See, even I feel the mahogany L, natural hallucinogen turning boys to men again With estrogen dreams, release blues, yellows and greens From Brownsville to Queens [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (You rocking loud but you ain't sayin' nothin') It's time I settle the score (Ready or not, Refugees taking over) ('Cause we soft-spoken doesn't mean that we've forgotten) (Now we're permanent at one) (And one day you will be gotten) Soldiers Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right (It's time I settle the score) Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left (It's time I settle the score) Soldiers Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right (It's time I settle the score) Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left (It's time I settle the score) [Verse 5: Diamond D & Lauryn Hill] (Diamond D) I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift (Swift) I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef (Cleef) You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff (We know where to run) And start flakin' like dandruff (Come on) Come on, son, my steelo's tight (Uh-huh) 'Cause by far, I'm the best producer on the mic (Right) Born to write analytical conceptions With precision, and leave lyrical incisions (Bing) [Skit] All J do is front and lie (Man, you crazy as hell) Whatever, yo, I'm goin' to get something to drink You alright? You straight? (Yeah, I'm straight) I'll be right back Ayo, LJ, I heard you fuckin' Michelle Nigga, I been fuckin' Michelle Michelle Leslie Brown? (Nigga, Michelle Leslie Brown) From 225th Street? Nigga, Michelle Leslie Brown from 225th Street That play ball in the park? Nigga, Michelle Leslie Brown from 225th Street that play ball in the park Nigga, I been fuckin' her What happened? What about her? This nigga said he fucked Michelle (He said he fucked her) There go Michelle right there, call her over, yo Ayo, Michelle, come here for a second, baby (What?) Come here (Ask her, ask her) Ayo, you fucked J? (Hell no, ew, what?) Nigga, not that Michelle Leslie Brown from 225th Street that play ball in the park The other Michelle Leslie Brown Nigga, that's the only one Nigga, how many Michelle's is there? Nigga, she got a cousin or some shit like that, man, I'm saying though He's a frontin'-ass nigga on three One, two, three


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