Lyrics Masquerade - Wyclef Jean
The
streets
is
mad
right
now
Tell
em
why
we
mad
Rappers
whatever
you
call
yourself
Pack
ya
bags
and
get
out
of
town
Cause
I′ma
strike
down
on
thee
wit
great
vengence
and
furious
anger
Those
who
attempt
to
poison
da
hood
I'ma
let
y′all
know
da
preacher's
son
is
back
Uh,
Refugee,
one
time,
one
time
Uh,
M.O.P.,
two
time,
two
time,
one
time
Bumpy
knuckles
now
the
world
is
in
trouble
Come
on
Yo,
you're
number
one
on
the
charts
You′re
a
masquerade
Paid
for
your
billboard
slots
You′re
a
masquerade
Because
the
block
knows
hot
You're
a
masquerade
You′re
livin
in
a
uh
You're
livin
in
a
masquerade
I′m
on
first
So,
this
ain't
a
rap
verse
It′s
more
like
a
voodoo
curse
So
when
you
die
the
kids'll
throw
rocks
at
ya
hearse
Cause
you
lie
too
much
You
don't
got
no
gat
At
your
arm
reach
is
ink
At
your
headpiece
now
you
pissin
in
your
briefs
Hold
up
We
just
saw
you
on
your
BET
and
MTV,
a
public
access
channel
Talkin
bout
I′ma
thug
You′re
an
animal,
a
canibal,
you
even
scare
hannibal
But
when
the
blackout
came
no
light
for
your
candle
So
welcome
to
the
real
world
where
a
spade
is
a
spade
And
I'ma
call
it
like
I
see
it
Ay,
y′all
living
in
a
masquerade
Even
though
Jacob
iced
you
out
wit
the
baguettes
Money
wit
no
respect
– that
makes
you
a
suspect
So
you
can't
ride
through
Brownsville
You
want
peace
you
better
call
Churchill
If
not,
feel
Clef
when
he
connects
wit
M.O.P.
family
and
plays
guitar
at
your
eulogy
You
wanna
claim
you
run
da
block
You′re
a
masquerade
Givin
information
to
the
cops
You're
a
masquerade
I
mean
you
never
seen
a
rock
You′re
livin
in
a
uh
You're
livin
in
a
masquerade
Masquerade
Now
the
grimy
lil
bastards
line
up
Time's
up
I′m
up
They
say
we
dem
dans
to
show
you
how
to
get
it
crunk
I′m
still
plottin
wit
Fox
Today
I
do
it
wit
Clef
Whoever
We
throw
mack
and
that's
to
the
death
bless
royalty
You
youngstas
better
get
back
before
you
get
a
set
back
and
get
clapped
That′s
it
and
that's
that
Clef
Hold
that
Take
all
dat
and
fall
back
I
kick
too
much
ass
Kick
ass
To
rock
jewels,
rock
Prada
F-ck
Gucci
shoes,
Timbs
mo
hotta
We
still
grip
arms
Brook
norm
bound
sh-t
The
streets
don′t
want
that
watered
down
sh-t
Fam,
we
clear
the
whole
stage
You
don't
wannaa
ride
wit
us
We
got
road
rage
Now
I′ma
let
my
hood
tell
you
You're
a
masquerade
I
bet
you
feedin
the
dogs
You're
a
masquerade
I
thought
we
still
and
we
rob
You′re
a
masquerade
You′re
livin
in
a
uh
You're
livin
in
a
masquerade
I′m
hittin
sixteen
bars
A
murder,
real
murder,
baby
This
ain't
a
façade
Nigas
pumpin
they
fist
like
they
punchin
at
gods
Over
ten
years
rippin
MC
I
bring
it
hard
Don′t
make
me
split
yo
chest
and
pull
yo
card
R&B
singer
the
greatest
and
now
barred
Cause
he
been
feelin
on
booties
of
too
young
cuties
Got
mo
bombs
left
You
punk
nigas,
we
used
to
shake
your
pumpy
hands
You'll
have
no
arms
left
You
ain′t
a
pimp
You
ain't
a
mack
You
keep
biches
in
the
house
all
day
I
keep
em
on
the
track
Drinkin
cocoa
and
wearin
long
mink
coats
black
Hit
em
twelve-inch
stilettos
Tappin
through
the
ghetto
I
can
see
it
in
your
eyes
Little
nigas
you
ain't
a
part
of
shakin
nigas
hand,
shakin
nigas
heart
I
keep
the
underground
in
shape
It
never
be
soft
You
wanna
make
it
like
them
fat
naked
biches
turnin
me
off
Now
I′ma
let
my
hood
tell
you
You′re
a
masquerade
I
bet
you
feedin
the
dogs
You're
a
masquerade
I
thought
we
still
and
we
rob
You′re
a
masquerade
You're
livin
in
a
uh
You′re
livin
in
a
masquerade
Neary
Paneary
won't
you
take
em
to
the
Middle
East
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2 Message to the Streets
3 Peace God
4 80 Bars
5 PJ's
6 Masquerade
7 You Say Keep It Gangsta
8 Party Like I Party
9 Oh What a Night
10 Hot 93.1
11 1-800-Henchman
12 Pussycat
13 Midnight Lovers
14 Two Wrongs
15 Instant Request
16 Thug Like Me
17 Daddy
18 The Eulogy
19 No More War
20 The Mix Show
21 MVP Kompa
22 Ghetto Racine (PJ's Creole Mix)
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