Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Streets Pronounce Me Dead, artist - Wyclef Jean. Album song From the Hut, to the Projects to the Mansion (DJ Drama Presents Wyclef Jean a.k.a. Toussaint St. Jean), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.11.2009
Record label: Carnival House
Song language: English
The Streets Pronounce Me Dead |
The return of the hip hop ammadeus |
Wyclef Toussaint St. Jean drama |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
I tell 'em I’m alive but rumor says I’m dead |
The resurrection of the dead, I could never get |
And if I ever die, all I do is ride |
The streets pronounce me dead |
Puttin' two holes in my head |
At the funeral, I had more friends than the grateful dead |
Haters started talkin' sayin' I went left |
Akon took my spot, will.i.am took my vest |
Started beatin' on the coffin 'cause I could hear the crowd |
But they can’t hear me 'cause Lil' Jon’s preachin' too loud |
That’s when the bishop said last words for friends and family |
Then the fans stood up and said y’all forgot the Fugees |
Fifty million records sold straight from the basement |
How y’all gon' tell me Wyclef is irrelevant |
A rapper stood up and said, yup I got amnesia |
Last time I remember him was Gone 'til November |
He said I don’t spit no more, all I do is sing songs |
Last time he felt me was when I rhymed with Big Pun |
That’s right get the hate off ya chest |
You a rap con artist, not a Kanye West |
(I ain’t dead) |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
I tell 'em I’m alive but rumor says I’m dead |
The resurrection of the dead, I could never get |
And if I ever die, all I do is ride |
I mean the streets say it’s been a while since they heard me spit |
That I spit so hard, my ghostwriter must be cannabis |
But far permit, this is how I started |
But my battle raps couldn’t get me groceries from the super market |
So I found another target to aim at |
I went from food stamps to the black a mac’s |
Eight track cassettes, the CD’s, the iPod’s |
Bmx bixes, the hoopdies, the hot rods |
And my swag come from Nazareth |
How you gon' say I’m dead when I rose like Lazareth |
And this ain’t mystic, I ain’t talkin' voodoo |
We do carry spears like the Zulu’s |
So watch your mouth boy, I ain’t dead |
Fo' the city gon' turn red, blood will shed |
So before you speak boy watch your tone |
Fo' my chrome gon' turn you to a statue of stone |
(I ain’t dead) |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
I tell 'em I’m alive but rumor says I’m dead |
The resurrection of the dead, I could never get |
And if I ever die, all I do is ride |
They all got shocked when I rose from the coffin |
Dust my self off then headed out to new Jerusalem |
Destroyed and rebuilt, my voice sound like silk |
Audio tune like milk, I used to shop lift with no guilt |
And Christmas time toy guns the size of elves |
I seen the ra-ta-ta-ta turn into the real shells |
Yup killa, you press ya luck |
Went to sleep in the pond, woke up with the ducks |
And this ain’t gangsta talk, I don’t talk the talk |
I suggest you walk or get outlined in chalk |
And you ain’t from the street |
But yet you walk the streets |
You a C, O, P, a cop walkin' the beat |
But the rule on the streets they could turn on you |
Like a pit bull after givin' him food |
Or the girl that you bought all the cars and the jewels |
Only to find out on memorial dey fuckin' in the swimmin' pool |
(I ain’t dead) |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
Streets pronounce me dead |
I tell 'em I’m alive but rumor says I’m dead |
The resurrection of the dead, I could never get |
And if I ever die, all I do is ride |
Yea |
Warriors music |
Drama |
From the hut, to the projects, to the mansions |
So y’all know you, y’all ain’t got no excuses |
I’m alive |
Wyclef aka Toussaint St Jean |