Intro: (1st half sung, 2nd half spoken) When I was young, Mama played a guitar A microphone and she said I'd go far She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore" Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my... Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go Chorus: (sung) Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof One night, he jumped out the car And caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose You can be at the party gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose Verse 1: Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next? Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff The operator say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, what's the deal, son?" "Yo, I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues "The friends will make you, then too can break you They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu" "Who?" "You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)" "Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you" "Hey yo, your cousin Rohann..." "Uh-huh" "Who used to sell bang" "Uh-huh" "DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans..." "What?" "In a plastic bag with a note attached" "Saying what?" "A million and a half or he won't be back" "So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp" "If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp" Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part? Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art? I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope? S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck Repeat chorus Verse 2: You're shootin' in the opposite position I'm thiniin', "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition On your wig transition?" My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised Shalom, shalom, pardon my left But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death You provoke the cycle, call Michael You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple
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