| The lyric of Da Cypha, Wyclef Jean's song [INTRO:] Yo 1212 The Clef is back with some adjustments Refugee camp (Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!) Yoyou see them Refugees right therethey goin in the car [HOOK:] WooWooWooWooWoo Keys they goin in the trunk WooWooWooWooWoo Fiends they don t give a uh [Marie Antoinette] And Flex couldn t save you even if he dropped a bomb in this You still gon be found in a ditch My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks I m a fiend for the S-500 I want it Used to stay high and bluntedbut all that had to stop Chick like me be chasin after cops And they don t stop at my block after the Diallo shootin Soldiers in waitinmarksmen recruitin Salutinthug confederatesrhyme and reason Time and treatinAir Force One we leavin Panama redholdin 52 hands for ransom My man Johnny Handsomeitchin to cancel em I m like hold upwait a minutelet s get down to buisness We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished BlahblahI got two hours to kill We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel [Supreme C] Supreme C been after mean figuresask my lil nigga Since back in the daysbefore he was raised Aint nobody puttin fear in my heartwho need a jumpstart My art sharpshoot your posse apart Nigga take you on one by onegun by gun Son by sondone by done Whoever come murder festone of the best I m gettin assetscollect ass betssquat by your address I come to kick it wit youwalk beans stickin wit you Why try to hide from accomplice vibe Yo we break breadbreak headsmy people shake feds Gamble and scrambleF what your man do It s all about this husltin gamemuscle and fame Tussels in raintake aimblush you with game My language is unexplainableswitchchangeable And I stay remaindablewith bigger guns aimed at you [HOOK] [Hope] I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm A python with poisonous charmextending my arm Pushing figures way to the back Out of your reachexcessive like Fatal Attract Freezea renegade bar strokean ace of spades I ll kiss you wit a blade when I think I m gettin played Made womanyou never in bed with the same woman You say you want ityou don t wanna see the omen When my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy water I don t wanna die cuz I m my daddy s only daughter But yosometimes I see the writin on the wall You know the ghetto testamentsthe shootoutsthe brawls Close frames in the hallwill you stand or will you fall Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all About the night shiftersmeI ma cypher drifter My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes [HOOK 2X] [Wyclef] October 31st I was standing by the sour These thugs don t wanna talk they want these Pumas I just bought Fresh outta schoolpicked on cuz I m bilingual I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal Ran in the grocery storespoke to Gabriel He saidyou have problemshere s a feezy from Israel Ran back outsidejust before I could say... another homicide Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like Jesse Owens Police showed upbut I was nowhere in existence Back in the crib thinkin bout what I just did I ma police of defense but I m bound to catch this bid My hypothesis was rightthey knocked the doorhomie Like a super in the projects wantin rent money Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape Bodies found in Virginia under the dumpstersno 18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto Flee the scene of the crime before y all kick the door No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper And everytime I wave and spit the crowd jump Cuz I m still Digital Underground like "humpty hump" Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks I aint even *Kriss Kross* my clothes yet And yet y all wanna "JumpJump" in Da Cypha"JumpJump" You in Da Cypha [HOOK] [OUTRO:] Stay in the house when you hear WooWooWooWooWoo It means the murder s outside you hear WooWooWooWooWoo Where the real killers at you hear WooWooWooWooWoo Honey who chill with the gats you hear WooWooWooWooWoo Yo don t talk crap man WooWooWooWooWoo Just cuz your girl s wit you man WooWooWooWooWoo Cuz both o y all gon go man WooWooWooWooWoo To a place where no man knows man WooWooWooWooWoo Femme fataleHope WooWooWooWooWoo Supreme Ckinda dope WooWooWooWooWoo Marie Antoinette in the back with the techs WooWooWooWooWoo Y all know the flavor Refugee Camp... WooWooWooWooWoo...
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