| Yo bringin it on Cubans meet the Haitians
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| Perfect combination check it Verse One: Wyclef B Real
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| You say guns
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| I say pistolas
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| Well if you got beef son
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| Callate la boca
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| Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians
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| A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination
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| From L.A. to Brooklyn why you doin all that talkin
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| Think you got a soul but you’re a Dead Man Walking
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| Yo toast the host from coasts' we boast
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| When we meet again, I will be Casper that Friendly Ghost
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| You’ll hear shots, like the show Cops
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| Things are still the same, I’m still growin crops
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| Wyclef with B-Real, let me build better yet
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| Killa bee kill
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| Yo B-Real watch your grip
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| Chorus: B-Real, Wyclef, Lauryn Hill
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| Hi, boom biddy bye bye
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| Ahhhahhh, ahhhahhh
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| You open up your eyes you’ll be the next one to die
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| Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
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| Ohh as simple as they come as as simple as they die
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| Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
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| Yo who told the boyy, to pack a forty-five
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| Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Ahhahhhh, ahhahhhh
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| Now he rest in the place that they call paradise
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| Verse Two: B-Real, Wyclef
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| Fools run up, but they’ve never seen the last
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| Spread your last lyrics get broken like glass
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| Can he pass or does he posess the will
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| Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real
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| Punks are broken some dey fall off the ledge
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| Refugee Camp bringin it straight over the edge
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| You duck as I fluff the feathers from ya skin
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| How ya gonna win that’s like Satan without no sin (without no sin)
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| They’ll never happen while I’m rappin I be watchin
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| The Philistines, creepin up in Manhattan
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| The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with Muggs
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| But there’s no survivors, they all died in the flood
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| Chorus
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| Verse Three: Wyclef, B-Real
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| Yo, once a child, twice a villain
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| If this was drugs I’d make a million off this combination
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| They say you’redope Clef you’re dope so they offer me sess and beer
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| Beware, you pull your wallet Mr. Thief stares
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| The opposite direction of the room, he pulled his gun and said
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| I’m doomed join the son of man in the tomb
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| I see the soldiers, comin from out the shadows
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| Ready for battle, ain’t trying to hear the baffled
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| Warriors lined up in full war gear
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| In it to win it if it goes on for years
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| Dedicated to the stable of the Assassins
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| Revolutionaries, just bring on the action
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| Chorus
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| Soldier man
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| Rewind selector soldier man
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| Refugee soldier man
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| Brooklyn soldier man
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| L.A massive soldier man
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| New Jersey massive soldier man
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| Uptown massive soldier man
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| Long beach massive soldier man
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| You know the whole world watches soldier man
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| Boom biddy bye bye open up ya eyes you’ll be the next one to Die… |