Artist/Band:
Wyclef Jean
Lyrics for Song: Masquerade
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Wyclef Jean
The streets is mad right now
Tell em why we mad
Rappers whatever you call yourself
Pack ya bags and get out of town
Cause IÂ’ma strike down on thee wit great vengence and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison da hood
IÂ’ma let yÂ’all know da preacherÂ’s son is back
Uh, Refugee, one time, one time
Uh, M.O.P., two time, two time, one time
Bumpy knuckles now the world is in trouble
Come on
Yo, youÂ’re number one on the charts
YouÂ’re a masquerade
Paid for your billboard slots
YouÂ’re a masquerade
Because the block knows hot
YouÂ’re a masquerade
YouÂ’re livin in a uh
YouÂ’re livin in a masquerade
IÂ’m on first
So, this ainÂ’t a rap verse
ItÂ’s more like a voodoo curse
So when you die the kidsÂ’ll throw rocks at ya hearse
Cause you lie too much
You donÂ’t got no gat
At your arm reach is ink
At your headpiece now you pissin in your briefs
Hold up
We just saw you on your BET and MTV, a public access channel
Talkin bout IÂ’ma thug
YouÂ’re an animal, a canibal, you even scare hannibal
But when the blackout came no light for your candle
So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade
And IÂ’ma call it like I see it
Ay, yÂ’all living in a masquerade
Even though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect – that makes you a suspect
So you canÂ’t ride through Brownsville
You want peace you better call Churchill
If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P. family and plays guitar at your eulogy
You wanna claim you run da block
YouÂ’re a masquerade
Givin information to the cops
YouÂ’re a masquerade
I mean you never seen a rock
YouÂ’re livin in a uh
YouÂ’re livin in a masquerade
Masquerade
Now the grimy lil bastards line up
TimeÂ’s up
IÂ’m up
They say we dem dans to show you how to get it crunk
IÂ’m still plottin wit Fox
Today
I do it wit Clef
Whoever
We throw mack and thatÂ’s to the death bless royalty
You youngstas better get back before you get a set back and get clapped
ThatÂ’s it and thatÂ’s that
Clef
Hold that
Take all dat and fall back
I kick too much ass
Kick ass
To rock jewels, rock Prada
F-ck Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta
We still grip arms Brook norm bound sh-t
The streets donÂ’t want that watered down sh-t
Fam, we clear the whole stage
You donÂ’t wannaa ride wit us
We got road rage
Now IÂ’ma let my hood tell you
YouÂ’re a masquerade
I bet you feedin the dogs
YouÂ’re a masquerade
I thought we still and we rob
YouÂ’re a masquerade
YouÂ’re livin in a uh
YouÂ’re livin in a masquerade
IÂ’m hittin sixteen bars
A murder, real murder, baby
This ain’t a façade
Nigas pumpin they fist like they punchin at gods
Over ten years rippin MC
I bring it hard
DonÂ’t make me split yo chest and pull yo card
R&B singer the greatest and now barred
Cause he been feelin on booties of too young cuties
Got mo bombs left
You punk nigas, we used to shake your pumpy hands
YouÂ’ll have no arms left
You ainÂ’t a pimp
You ainÂ’t a mack
You keep biches in the house all day
I keep em on the track
Drinkin cocoa and wearin long mink coats black
Hit em twelve-inch stilettos
Tappin through the ghetto
I can see it in your eyes
Little nigas you ainÂ’t a part of shakin nigas hand, shakin nigas heart
I keep the underground in shape
It never be soft
You wanna make it like them fat naked biches turnin me off
Now IÂ’ma let my hood tell you
YouÂ’re a masquerade
I bet you feedin the dogs
YouÂ’re a masquerade
I thought we still and we rob
YouÂ’re a masquerade
YouÂ’re livin in a uh
YouÂ’re livin in a masquerade
Neary Paneary wonÂ’t you take em to the Middle East
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