Boom Biddy Bye Bye (ft. The Fugees)

[Wyclef] Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill
[B-Real] Yo, bringin it on
[Wyclef] Cubans meet the Haitians
Perfect combination, check it

Verse One: Wyclef, B-Real

[Wyclef] You say guns
[B-Real] I say pistolas
[Wyclef] Well if you got beef son
[B-Real] Callate la boca
[Wyclef] Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians
[B-Real] A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination
[Wyclef] From L.A. to Brooklyn why you doin all that talkin
[B-Real] Think you got a soul but you're a Dead Man Walking
[Wyclef] Yo toast the host from coasts' we boast
When we meet again, I will be Casper that Friendly Ghost
[B-Real] You'll hear shots, like the show Cops
Things are still the same, I'm still growin crops
[Wyclef] Wyclef with B-Real, let me build better yet
[B-Real] Killa bee kill
[Wyclef] Yo B-Real watch your grip

Chorus: B-Real, Wyclef, Lauryn Hill

[B-Real] Hi, boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhhahhh, ahhhahhh
[Wyclef] You open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[Wyclef] Ohh as simple as they come as as simple as they die
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[Wyclef] Yo who told the boyy, to pack a forty-five
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye
[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhahhhh
[Wyclef] Now he rest in the place that they call paradise

Verse Two: B-Real, Wyclef

Fools run up, but they've never seen the last
Spread your last lyrics 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 dey fall off the ledge
Refugee Camp bringin it straight over the edge

You duck as I fluff the feathers from ya skin
How ya gonna win that's like Satan without no sin (without no sin)
They'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

Chorus

Verse Three: Wyclef, B-Real

Yo, once a child, twice a villain
If this was drugs I'd make a million off this combination
They say you'redope 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 trying 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

Chorus

[WYCLEF]
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 ya eyes you'll be the next one to die.......

Illusion

"Aw man wake up... ' fuck is goin' on?"
"Shit"
"Oh shit I can't wake up nigga..."
"Oh shit, what the fuck's goin' on? Can't keep these voices out o' my head"
"You messin' with the wrong nigga this time."
"Fucked up... aw shit."

Some people tell me that I need help
Some people can fuck off and go to hell
Goddamn why they criticize me
Now shit is on the rise so my family despise me
Fuck 'em, and feed 'em 'cause I don't need 'em
I won't join 'em if I can beat 'em
They don't understand my logic
To my gatt to my money and I'm hooked on chronic
I never wanted to hurt a nigga
Unless ya come flexin' that trigga
I'll dig ya
That grave on the east side of town
Now you're six feet underground
From man, to the dust to the ashes
All I remember tell me where the cash is
Click clack, barrel at my dome
Give all your loot or you ain't going home
But I ain't going out wit' a bang
Wa dada dang, wa dada daa dang

[Chorus:]

I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind
I'm havin' illusions

Muthafuckas be drivin' me up the walls
Hopin' that I fall but they can lick my balls
Straight jacket
Strap it
In the padded room where some punk niggas can't hack it
Distracted from our reality
Now I'm let out on a minor technicality
They all fucked up now
'Cause they let a nigga back on the street somehow
I'm lookin for someone like me
Livin' in my own world to my own degree
On the loose in the city
Lookin' at the ho' wit' the big titties
Lookin' at me and I feel shitty
A little tensed up gettin' hot
'Cause she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot
I'm tryin' to find ways to cope
But I ain't fuckin' 'round wit' the gauge or a rope

[Chorus:]


I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's drivin' me mad inside
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions, all of this confusion's fuckin' me up in my mind
I'm havin' illusions


I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions

I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions
I'm havin illusions

Hand On The Pumb

Well I'm an alley cat
Some say a dirty rat
On my side is my gat
See I'm all of that
Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha
Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha
Thinking like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide
You talkin' shit, try to take me for a ride
I'm not a bad guy
But I'm the funky feel one
Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
Lettin' out a bullet, this is going boo-ya
You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now?
Being the hunted one is no fun
Here I come son
Yo I think you better run
Better run more, and move a little faster
Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya
With my

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
Lala la la lala la laaaa

Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program
Ain't takin' shit from you him or no man
Master mind maniac and a menace
Oh, how they want to pass a sentence
All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger
He missed
So now the nigga's hist'
Rude and crude like a pitbull
Get to the point, your fuckin' going to get pulled

Now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handin' out beatdowns
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And I'm handin' out beatdowns
Get your face down!

Put me in chains
Try to beat my brains
I can get out, but the grudge remains
When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna get ya

Gatt ya
Fucking do ya
Shotgun goes boo-ya!

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
Lala la la lala la laaaa

Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit,
Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with
'Cause I'm the chill one
Known to get ill when
They stepped to the Hill
"What's up?", I had to kill one

Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Livin' like a nigga who done lost his mind
'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a bitch
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party
Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
Lala la la lala la laa
Look at all of those funeral cars
'Cause I'm a

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
Lala la la lala la laaaa

How I Could Just Kill A Man

Hey don't miss out on what you're passing,
You're the hootah of the funky buddah,
Eluder of your fucked up style's I get wicked
So come on as Cypress starts to kick it,
Cause we're like outlaws sridding while suckers Are bidding,
Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'
Hanging out the window, with my magnum taking out Some negros
Acting kind of loco I'm just another local
Kid from the street getting paid for my vocals.
Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man


I'm ignoring all the dumb shit yo
Cause nothing is coming from it
I'm not gonna waste no time fucking around my gat Straight humming
It's humming coming at ya! sorry that I had to Gat ya!
Time for some action just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance to run some interference
In to your sattle light shining a battle light
Sen got the gat and I know he'll gat you right
Here's an example just a little sample:
How could I just kill a man
One time tried to come in my home take my chrome
I said yo it's on. take cover or you're assed out
How do you like my chrome then I watched the Rookie pass out
Didn't have to blast out but I did any way, that Young punk had to pay
So I just killed a man, here is something you Can't understand
How I could just kill a man


It's gonna be a long time before I finish
One of the many missu-ions that I had to establish
To lite my spliff ignite you with insite so if You ain't down
Bullshit. say some punk tried to get you for your Auto
Would call one time and play the rolemmodel?
No! I think you'll play like a thug
Next you here the shot of a magnum slug, humming Coming at ya!
Sorry that I had to gat ya. How do you know where I'm at
When you haven't been where I've been, understand Where I'm coming from. while you're up on the Hill in your big home
I'm out here risking my dome, just for a bucket Or a faster ducket,
Just to stay alive yo I got to say fuck it.
Here is something you can't understand, how I Could just kill a man

Hits from the Bong

Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong

Pick it, pack it,
Fire it up, Come along,
And take a hit from the bong,
Put the blunt down just for a second,
Don't get me wrong it's not a new method,
Inhale, Exhale,
Just got a ounce in the mail,
I like a blunt or a big fat bowl,
But my double barrel bong is gettin' me stoned,
I'm skill it, There's water inside don't spill it,
It smells like shit on the carpet,
Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit,
Of the skunky funky smelly green shit,
Sing my song, puff all night long,
As I take Hits from the bong...

Hits from the bong y'all
Gonna get high,
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high,
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high,
Hits from the bong

Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong,
And then take that finger off of that hole,
Plug it, unplug it,
Don't straaaain, I love you Mary Jane,
She never complains, when I hit Mary,
With that flame, I light up the cherry,
She's so good to me, when I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen,
Don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bubbling water,
Is Makin' it pure so I got ta', take my hit and hold it,
Just like Chong, I hit the bowl and I reload it,
Get my four-footer and bring it on...
As I take Hits from the bong,

Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong...
Gonna get high

Straighten your dick out...
Gonna get high... Cy