Lyrics Boom Biddy Bye Bye - Fugees Remix - Cypress Hill , Fugees

Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill (bringin' it on)
Cubans meet the Haitians
Perfect combination, check it
You say guns, I say pistolas
Well, if you got beef, son, cállate la boca
Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians
Herbal meets the verbal lyrical assassination
From L.A. to Brooklyn, why you doin' all that talkin'?
Think you got a soul but you're a dead man walking
Yo, toast the host from coasts' we boast
When we meet again, I will be Casper that friendly ghost
You'll hear shots, like the Show Cops (ah)
Things are still the same, I'm still growin' crops
Wyclef with B-Real, let me build, better yet, kill or be killed (ah)
Yo, B Real watch your grip
Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
As simple as they come is as simple as they die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, who told the boy, to pack a .45?
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Now he rest in the place that they call paradise
Fools run up, but they've never seen the last
Fragile ass niggas get broken like glass
Can he pass or does he posess the will
Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real
Punks are broken, some day fall off the ledge
Refugee camp bringin' it straight over the edge
Yo, duck as I pluck the feathers from ya' skin
How you gonna win? That's like Satan with no sin
It'll never happen while I'm rappin', I be watchin'
The Philistines, creepin' up in Manhattan
The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with Muggs
But there's no survivors, they all died in the flood
Hi-hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
Open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
As simple as they come is as simple as they die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Who told the boy to pack a .45?
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Now he rest in the place that we call paradise
Yo, once a child, twice a villain
If this was drugs, I'd make a million off this combination
They say "You're dope, Clef, you're dope"
So they offer me sess and beer
Beware, you pull your wallet, Mr Thief stares
The opposite direction of the room
He pulled his gun and said I'm doomed
Join the Son of Man in the tomb
I see the soldiers, comin' from out the shadows
Ready for battle, ain't tryin' to hear the baffled
Warriors lined up in full war gear
In it to win it if it goes on for years
Dedicated to the stable of the assassins
Revolutionaries, just bring on the action
Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
Open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
As simple as they come is as simple as they die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Who told the boy to pack a .45?
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Now he rest in the place that we call paradise
Soldier man, rewind, selector soldier man
Refugee soldier man, Brooklyn soldier man
L.A. massive soldier man
New Jersey massive soldier man
Uptown massive soldier man
Long Beach massive soldier man
You know the whole world watches soldier man
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die