Текст песни The Score - Fugees

You rockin' live but you ain't sayin' nothing
It's time to settle the score
(I play my enemies like a game of chess)
(Playin' Mr. Big, I'm gonna get you sucka)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees

Soldiers
Left, right, left, right, left, right
(It's time to settle the score)
Left, right, left, right, left, left, left
(It's time to settle the score)

Look into the rhyme
Rum to the ripple
Sing boo
But at times I come in triple

Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head
Now you dead
Wyclef don't give a oooh if you dead
Raaaaah, raaaah
Let me attack just like the black cat

You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.
Hooo, you've got to go for backup
To do what you gotta do.
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat

You put the poison in my tea
And kill the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede
I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo
Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what
Competition, stimulation for the rap man

Losers check your tooters
While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.
Don't play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to reload

Wyclef the multi-talented
Average heads can't handle it
I'll bring it to you live
Only if you want it

Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's
(C'mon check out my melody)
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many shells you peel.

I'm a bring down the ruckus
Play the nutcracker
Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother
Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper
Boss, you don't want to fuck with my partners

Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false idental,
I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil

I'm the L, Won't you pull it
Straight to the head
With the speed of a bullet
Cuttin' niggas off at the meeky-freeky gullet
Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative

Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends
Dreams of euphoria
Aurora
To another galaxy
Phallic-sy

Be this microphone, but get lifted
Lyrically I'm gifted
Burn on in without the roach clip (it)
Henders, mind-bender
Pleasure sender

So frequently your nerve endings belong to me
Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke
Wack niggas choke
From the fumes that I emote,
Or emit shit

See even I feel the mahogany L
Natural hallucinogen
Turning boys to men again
With estrogen dreams
Release blues, yellows and greens
From Brownsville to Queens

You rockin' live but you ain't saying nothing
It's time to settle the score
Ready or not. Refugees taking over
'Cause we soft spoken
Doesn't mean that we've forgotten
Now we permanently one
And one day you will be forgotten

Soldiers
Left, right, left, right, left, right
(It's time to settle the score)
Left, right, left, right, left, left, left
(It's time to settle the score)

Soldiers
Left, right, left, right, left, right
(It's time to settle the score)
Left, right, left, right, left, left, left
(It's time to settle the score) Diamond D

I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift
I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff
You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff
(We know where to run)
And start flakin' like dandruff

C'mon son my steelo's tight
Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic
On the right, analytical conceptions
With precision and leave lyrical incisions
Bing! ha, ha, ha

All they do is front and lie man
Yo' i'mma go get some drink
You alright? You straight?
Yeah I'm straight, I'll be right back

Hey yo' LJ I heard you fucked Michelle
Man I been fucked Michelle
Michelle Lesley Brown (Michelle Lesley Brown)
From 225th Street?

Nigga Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th Street
That play ball in the park
Nigga, Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street, that play ball in the park
Man I been fuckin' her

What happened?
What he say? What he say about her?
He said he fucked her
But, there go Michelle right there, call her over here

Hey yo' Michelle, come here for a second baby
Come here, come her
Ask her...
Yo', you fuck Jay?
Hell no, eeeuw. What?

Nigga not that Michelle Lesley Brown from 225th street
That play ball in the park, the other Michelle Lesley Brown
Nigga that's the only one
How many Michelle's is there?
She got a cousin or some shit like that
Know what I'm saying...