Masquerade

Wyclef Jean feat. M.O.P., Bumpy Knuckles And Miri

The streets is mad right now (tell em' why we mad)
Rappers whatever you call yourselves
Pack ya bags and get outta town
(Get outta town! Get out!)
Cause I'ma strike down on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the hood
I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back (waiya)

Uh, Refugee
One time, one time
Uh, M.O.P.
Two times, two time, one time
Uh, 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 ain'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'm a thug!'
You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scared 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, ya'll livin in a masquerade
Even though Jacob iced you out with the baguettes
Money with 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 with M.O.P. family
And plays guitar at your eulogy

You wanna claim you run the blocks (you're a masquerade)
Givin' information to the cops (you're a masquerade)
I mean you never seen a rock (you're a masquerade)
You're livin' in a, uh
You're livin in a (masquerade)

Uh, uh, uh
Now the grimy little 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 (blow…)

Hold that
Take all dat and fall back
I kick too much ass (kick ass)
To rock jewels, rock Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta (huh)
We still grip arms Brook norm bound shit
The streets don't want that watered down shit
Fam, we clear the whole stage (uh)
You don't wanna 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
Niggas 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 niggas, 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 bitches 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 niggas you ain't a part of shakin niggas hand, shakin niggas heart
I keep the underground in shape
It never be soft
You wanna make it like them fat naked bitches 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

Uh, uh, uh (uh) uh (uh)
Uh (uh) uh, uh (uh) uh (uh)
Uh, uh (uh) uh (uh) yeah (uh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (uh) yeah (yeah) waiya