: (feat. The Fugees) [Wyclef] Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill [B-Real] Yo, bringin it on [Wyclef] Cubans meet the Haitians
: Intro: Lauryn Hill Yo, this is the Fugees Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement, word Uhh
: Intro: Wyclef Jean Pick up your microphones Pick up your microphones Chorus: Wyclef/Pras How many mics do we rip on the daily Say, me say many
: This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger
drink's my only remedy For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty, Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright, Fugees come
: [Wyclef - Spoken] I wanna dedicate this song, Gone 'Til November... To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room And all you fellas
: (feat. Mary J. Blige) [Wyclef] Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J. I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar You know what I'm sayin'?
: (Wyclef) Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Round up de posse, Fugee comin
: The sweetest thing I've ever known Was like the kiss on the collarbone Soft caress of happiness The way you walk, your style of dress I wish I didn
: [Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill] Ready Or Not (9x)... [Lauryn Singing] You can't run away From these styles I got oh baby, hey baby, 'cause I got alot,
: (Wyclef Jean) I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees Cause he sees everyone with
: [ODB] Man man, look up at the sky All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight Look at em! Chorus: Mya Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
: [Wyclef] I'm just about done... Yo, let me finish tuning this guitar... Yo, y'all ready for the show? [Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill (Chorus)] (Wyclef in
: (feat. Steve Marley, Sharon Marley, Eric Newell, and Pamela Hall) [Wyclef] - (Lauryn in parentheses) ...Yo, Steve Marley throw on your Father's old
: [CLEF] 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 your dead.
: Yo, this fucker I was wit the other day, I was chillin' with Scott and the minute that we got in front of our crib with a shotgun. Cause jokers gonna
: Chorus: Lauryn Hill Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna find you, and take it slowly Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide Gonna
