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Fugees (/ˈfuːdʒiːz/) (formerly Tranzlator Crew) were an American hip hop group who rose to fame in the mid-1990s. Their repertoire included elements of hip hop, soul and Caribbean music, particularly reggae. The members of the group were rapper/singer/producer Wyclef Jean, rapper/singer/producer Lauryn Hill and rapper Pras Michel. Deriving their name from the term refugee, Jean and Pras are Haitian, while Hill is American. The group recorded two albums—one of which, The Score (1996), was a multi-platinum and Grammy-winning success—before disbanding in 1997. Hill and Jean each went on to successful solo recording careers; Michel focused on soundtrack recordings and acting, though he found commercial success with his song "Ghetto Supastar". In 2007, MTV ranked … more »

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1996

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Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two
M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day
Feds be hawkin me
Jokers be stalking me
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity
My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask
My crew in the Jersey wear the mask
Stick up kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask
Yeah everybody wear the mask but how long will it last

I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large in charge, but cha gotta be my spy
Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries
Getting high on company time."
Hell no sirree, wrong M.C
Why should I be a spy, when you spying me
And you see whatcha thought ya saw but never seen
Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate! Crown me King
Pulled my 22 pistol whipped him in his face
Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired
Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head
Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds
I got kidnapped they took me to D.C.
Have me working underground building missiles for World War III

M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day
Brothers be gaming, Ladies be claiming
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity
My posse Uptown wear the mask
My crew in the Queens wear the mask
Stick up kids with the Tommy Hil wear the mask
Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last

I thought he was the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips
Taking sips of an Amaretto sour with a twist
Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline
Putting pressure on my spine trying to get L-Boog to wind
I backed up off him then caught him with five finger to his face
I had to put him in his place
This kids invading my space
But then I recognized the smile, but I couldn't place the style
So many fronts in his mouth, I thought he was the Golden Child
Then it hit me that's Tariq from off the street around my Grams
I haven't seeen him since fifteen, when he got booked for doing scams
I tried to walk away but he wouldn't let me leave
He ran up quick behind me asking, "Yo what happened to my nigga Steve?"
Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School
I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool
He's busted, "so who you checking for now?"
Probably some intellectual
I kept the conversation straight and he kept trying to make it sexual
Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face
Yo I told her check your man cause Bitch you acting out of place

M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask upon me face just to make the next day
Brothers be frontin', then they be runnin'
I walk the street and camouflage my identity
My posse in the Bronx wear the mask
My crew on the Isle wear the mask
Stick up kids rollin' in the Omni wear the mask
Yeah everbody wear the mask but how long will it last?

3 A.M. in the morning on the Boulevard
I'm still at large engaged with my entourage
Me and Godfather and a 67 Dodge
I stepped out the note to post up my guard
Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard
My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage
As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back
I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask
He said, "I got a itchin' on my trigger
Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder."
See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks
My knees knock as I step back for a clearer shot
Well did you shoot him? Naw kid I didn't have the balls
That's when I realized I'm pumpin' too much Biggie Smalls

M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask pon me face just to make the next day
Brothers be beefin', cops be thiefin'
Brothers be schemin', and should be teamin'
Jokers be smokin', and staying broke n
Bitches be teasin', and money skeezin'
Niggas be creapin', baby mothers be weepin'
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity
My posse in the Haiti wear the mask
My crew in Jamaica wear the mask
Stick up kids bumping Fugee-La wear the mask
Yeah everybody wear the mask but how long will it last?

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