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Wyclef Jean

Wyclef Jeanelle Jean (/ˈwaɪklɪf ˈʒɑːn/; Haitian Creole pronunciation: [wajklɛf ʒã]; born October 17, 1969) is a Haitian American rapper, singer, record producer, and politician. At age nine, Jean moved to the United States with his family and has spent much of his life in the country. He first received fame as a member of the acclaimed New Jersey hip hop group the Fugees. more »

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2007

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Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
We cry for peace (uh-huh) but we live for war
(You know I got that chopper in the Chevy, what it is?)
We ain't start the wiretaps, down in Baltimore
(But I'm still slangin' bricks where I live)
Sometimes she love me, sometimes she love me not
(Doin' ten, now my girl turnin' tricks at the crib)
Bullet take out those eyes, when they in the city Chi'
(Lay it down ASAP or e'rybody gettin' killed)
Evil lurks, in the heavenly disguise
(Tryin' to get the root of all evil, 'bout a mill')
I seen two birds, crash into two New York giants
(Bush still lyin', he don't never keep it real)
I wish Katrina spoke French at the Quarter to New Orleans
(Haha, what you'da told her daddy?)
I woulda spoke French back, seduced her stoned (okay)
Told her "Je t'aime!", please don't rain on my people!

Where'd the hope go? Where'd the hope go (I don't know)
I seen the whole world turn into a war zone (what?)
Ain't no love in the city keep your vest on (that right)
Guns 'n Roses, "Welcome to the Jungle"
On the flip side (ay) she shakin' her back side (shake it for me)
That's the only way tuition' gon' come right
He got a crush on Mary Jean (ay, ay)
Unless you got five on she ain't doin' her thang
(Come on, you know you need to)
Slow doww-ow-ow-own, young girl
Keep it real hon', got to keep it real hon'
Unless she slow down, somebody gon' crash
(Come on, you know you need to)
Slow dow-ow-ow-own, young girl
Keep it real hon, got to keep it real hon (Ay ay, you know we used to)
(You know we used to, ay ay ay ay ay) unless she slow down, somebody gon' crash (okay)

If you livin in the street, you know you livin free
(And if you ain't you doin time like me)
Thugs with the heat, are the coldest ones to meet
(And you can catch yourself a case and get a five, do three)
We flyi'n high, but still can't touch the sky
(But on conspiracy you doin' ten at the least)
Everbody's a gangster, but nobody wanna die
(With all this snitchin' you might never see the streets)
Nuclear testin, replacin' the SAT's
(With all this goin' on, why they worried 'bout me?)
Stem cell research, there's another you, another me
(I'm just hustlin' in the streets tryin' to flip a couple ki's)
What goes up must come down, the laws of gravity
(I know I seen it happen to my partner Big Meech)
(We miss you shorty!) To win at chess
You've got to trap the king

Where'd the hope go? Where'd the hope go (I don't know)
I seen the whole world turn into a war zone (what?)
Ain't no love in the city keep your vest on (that right)
Guns 'n Roses, "Welcome to the Jungle"
On the flip side (ay) she shakin' her back side (shake it for me)
That's the only way tuition gon' come right
He got a crush on Mary Jean (ay, ay)
Unless you got five on she ain't doin' her thang
Slow dow-ow-ow-own, young girl
Keep it real hon, got to keep it real hon'
Unless you slow down, somebody gon' crash
(Come on, you know you need to) Slow dow-ow-ow-own, young girl
(Ay ay, you know we used to) keep it real hon', got to keep it real hon' 
Unless you slow down, somebody gon' crash (okay)

E'rybody know we gon' keep rollin' when the police rollin
And your coke dealer told 'em what you doin
Boy you better slow down, ay, ay, slow down, ay
You wanna show 'em that the dope keep comin
But these sheep keep runnin 'they mouth
They'll have you stuntin' jacker comin
Boy you better slow down, ay, ay, e'rytime homeboy
Slow down, start snitchin', ay, ay, homebwoi
Hey I remember get money, all we did was get money
'Til the feds raided the trap and they took my (thang) from me
Put me in a room alone, separated the click from me
Next thing you my lawyer said (my partner snitched on me)
Now ain't that a bitch homey? (They ain't had a thing) on us
Until you started tellin', now they talkin big numbers
We coulda split charges up, missed five or six summers
Instead you tryin to talk, tellin so you can walk
How could you tell 'em who we sold told to? E'rything we bought?
How we used to get in all the way 'til we can ship it off?
(Who woulda thought?) Hey, hey keep it pimpin', wait a minute
(Whoa!) Hey, hey hey keep it pimpin', wait a minute, ay

Where'd the hope go, where'd the hope go
I seen the whole world turn into a war zone (what?)
Ain't no love in the city keep your vest on (that right)
Guns 'n' Roses, "Welcome to the Jungle"
On the flip side (ay) she shaki'n her back side
That's the only way tuition gon' come right
He got a crush on Mary Jean (ay, ay)
Unless you got five on she ain't doin' her thang
Slow dow-ow-ow-own, young girl
Keep it real hon', got to keep it real hon'
Unless she slow down, somebody gon' crash
(Come on, you know you need to)
Slow dow-ow-ow-own, young girl
(Ay ay, you know we used to) keep it real hon', got to keep it real hon' (you know we used to, ay ay ay ay ay)
Unless you slow down, somebody gon' crash (c'mon)

I'mma let my guitar do the talkin' now, okay?

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