Mmmmmmmmm... yeah

(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day

Yo if it wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin on a corner - watch you approach
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya rope
Run for brokes with the cash and the jewels
Bows-eye, I hold my breath when I shoot
The reason you should hold ya breath; cuz most thugs
when they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left
Now they flesh being swept off the surface
If you ain't B.I.G. then Notorious
So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat
Someone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleep
Weight beneath Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath
Don't matter if you use a desert eagle as your armor
Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project slums
Another one in the obituary column son

[Chorus]
(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
(PJ's) I gotta make noise for the PJ's
Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
The PJ's! PJ's

Before I was signed, I used to move on the block
All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Line for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight line
to prison - and take a message to Shyne
Peace God from the PJ's to Ground Zero
It's a "Hardknock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk with a shadow through ghettos, playin in every borough
You would think rap was rock they way I carry heavy metal
It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin
"Team Spirit" grippin the shottie like Kurt Cobaine
In the projects God, nuttin come easy
Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasy
Move like a professional, young thug funeral
Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi commercial?
Nah it's the art of war, when you least expected it
Wyclef the president, the PJ's elected him

[Chorus]

Yeah, and to the teachers that said I wouldn't live
and my remains would be found under the Verizano Bridge
Well I'm alive teach! So put ya theory to rest
I ain't Makaveli but I might fake my death
Make no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist
Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it
Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it
Cuz in the PJ's we undergroudn like black markets
The 'P' stand for public housing
The 'R's for respect that ya get, when ya hold down ya set
The 'O's for ounces that we flip into ki's
The 'J's for the judgement handed by the ju-ry
The 'E' is for enter, at your own risk
You know the 'C' - that's for the cats that's out to get rich
And the 'T'... trust no one
And the 'S' is for the snitchers - you know the outcome...

[Chorus]

[Wyclef Jean] 
Lets go 
So so you think you can tell 
heaven from hell 
Blue skies from pain 
Can you tell a green field 
from a cold steel rail 
A smile from a fair 
do you think you can tell 
Did they get you to trade 
your heros for goals 
Hot ashes for trees 
Hot air for a cool breeze 
Cold comfort for change 
Did you exchange 
A walk on part in the war 
for a lead role in the game 

whether you listenin to hip hip-hop 
or you tuning to rock 
refugees on your box 
we gonna take over ya blocks 

lets go 
How I wish, how I wish you were here 
We're jus two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year 
Runnin over the same old ground 
But have we found the same old fears 
Wish you were here 

whether you listenin to rock 
or pumpin the hip hip hop 
refugees on your box 

Critics don't mistake this for just any cover tune 
I'ma take y'all to the dark side of the moon 
Kickin in my moms room this song was just a thought 
A young refugee labeled, jus come with a passport 
Dad used to tell me about the American dream 
My dream was waking up the projects 
a young teen listening to hip hop 
my brother tune me into rock 
put me up on pink floyd and banned from the british blocks 

whether you pumpin the hip hip hop 
or you tuning to rock 
refugees on your box 
we gonna take over the blocks 
from n.j to bk to the u.k 

[Intro]
Wyclef, AKA Richie S
You know what I'm sayin on the rice and peas riddim
Y'all thought I ain't eat rice and peas y'all crazy
Spragga...Elephant Man brought y'all the Jamaican part of it
I'm gone bring y'all the world, part of it
This is another, Natural Bridge production!

[Chorus]
So all my warriors and gangstas 'round the world
You should learn your history before you stray
It's not a game, so If you can't
You will might find yourself playin russian roulette

[Verse 1]
Yo! Shoutout to all my warriors and all of my thugs (Thugs)
Learn your history before you start buss slugs (Slugs)
You might turn around and see your flesh on the rug
Ya hear me ya hear me ya hear me, yo!
Shoutout to all my warriors and all of my thugs (Thugs)
Learn your history before you start buss slugs (Slugs)
You might turn around and see your brains on the rug
Ya hear me ya hear me ya hear me ya hear me
Hitler, was the evil part of that
Mussolini, was the puppet part of that
That's why they hung him by his toe gave him a heart attack
Joseph Stallion killed millions never thoguht of that
FDR Churchill the peace part of that
Castro, the communist part of that
Arafat and Kadaffi the terrorist part of that
Damn Sadat got shot amongst all of that
Sadam made the poison gas part of that
Apartheid Mandela, fought for that
Malcolm X, Martin Luther gave their life for that
Farrakhan did the million man march for that

[Chorus]
So all my warriors and gangstas 'round the world
You should learn your history before you stray
It's not a game, so If you can't
You will might find yourself playin russian roulette

[Verse 2]
Yo! To all of my warriors and all of my thugs (Thugs)
Learn your history before you start buss slugs (Slugs)
You might turn around and see your flesh on the rug
Ya hear me ya hear me ya hear me, yo!
To all of my warriors and all of my thugs (Thugs)
Learn your history before you start buss slugs (Slugs)
You might turn around and see your brains on the rug
Ya hear me ya hear me ya hear me ya hear me
Bonnie And Clyde, the bank robber part of that
John Dillinger, the Tommy Gun part of that
Babyface Nelson was murdered they said naw to that
Elliot Ness, the FBI nod to that
Al Capone ran Chitown part of that
Lucky Luciano was the street smarts of that
Gambino crime family mastered that
Break bones, so you would have to blast for that
Cassolino died in the bloodbath of that
John Gotti was the dapper dan part of that
Sammy The Bull, BUCK!!! informer that
Bumpy Johnson held uptown part of that
Yo! To all of my warriors and all of my thugs (Thugs)
Learn your history before you start buss slugs (Slugs)
You might turn around and see your flesh on the rug
Ya hear me ya hear me ya hear me, yo!
To all of my warriors and all of my thugs (Thugs)
Learn your history before you start buss slugs (Slugs)
You might turn around and see your brains on the rug
Ya hear me ya hear me ya hear me ya hear me

[Chorus]
So all my warriors and gangstas 'round the world
You should learn your history before you stray
It's not a game, so If you can't
You will might find yourself playin russian roulette

Intro: (1st half sung, 2nd half spoken)
When I was young, Mama played a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...
Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go
Chorus: (sung)
Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose
Verse 1:
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can break you
They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you"
"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to sell bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans..."
"What?"
"In a plastic bag with a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck
Repeat chorus
Verse 2:
You're shootin' in the opposite position
I'm thiniin', "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition
On your wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes
You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my left
But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death
You provoke the cycle, call Michael
You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple
Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother
No-one hears you even though you knock
You used to walk around the block with the daily rock
Things done changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock
Chorus 2:
Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your goose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your goose

Lyrics Intro: (spoken)

I dedicate this record, "The Carnival" to all you brothers takin' long
trips down south, Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world, and your
girl gets this message that you ain't comin' back.  She's sittin' back
in the room, the lights are off, she's cryin', and then my voice comes in
POW!, in the middle of the night, and this is what I told her for you

Chorus: (sung)

Every time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why
See, you must understand, I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone 'til November
Said I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin', but girl, I can't stay
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
And give a kiss to my mother

Verse 1: (sung)

When I come back, there'll be no need to clock
I'll have enough money to buy out blocks
Tell my brother, "Go to school in September"
So he won't mess up in summer school in the summer
Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom
If he don't wear condom, he'll see a redrum
Woh oh oh oh
You sucker MC's, you got no flow
I heard your style, you're s-o s-o

Repeat chorus

Verse 2: (rap)

I had to flip nuttin' and turn it into somethin'
Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!)
Commit treason, then I'll have a reason to hunt you down
It's only right, it's rappin' season
Yeah, you with the loud voice, posin' like you're top choice
Your voice, I'll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce
Besides, I got my girl to remember
And I'll commit it that I'll be back in November

Repeat chorus

I know the hustle's hard, but we gotta enterprise, the carnival

[Freddy Mercury]:
Are you ready?!
Hey!
Are you ready for this?!
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?!

[Wyclef]:
I need a break beat!

[Freddy Mercury]:
Are you ready?!
Hey!
Are you ready for this?!
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?!

[Wyclef]:
I need a break beat!

[Freddy Mercury]:
Are you ready?!
Hey!
Are you ready for this?!
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?!

[Wyclef]:
I need a break beat!

[Freddy Mercury]:
Outta the doorway, the bullets rip!!!
Repeat to the sound of the beat! HEY!!!

(Chorus [Wyclef & Freddy Mercury in parentheses]):
Yo...a-for the kids in the club that's ready to get bugged!
(Another One Bites The Dust!)
A-for the thugs with the burners, that wanna blast off!
(Another One Bites The Dust!)
And for the kids on the blocks, shootin' at the crooked cops, BLAOW!!
(Another One Bites The Dust!)
(And another one down, and another one down
Another One Bites The Dust, Hey!)
Wyclef, Dirty Cash, Young Free...Freddy, where you at?

((?) Drug Dealers (?) down the street, with the brim pulled way down low!)


Some cat up in Brooklyn just got robbed with a Kangol! (In tune with F.
Mercury)
(Are you ready?!
Hey!
Are you ready for this?!
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?!
Out of the doorway, the bullets rip!!!
Repeat to the sound of the beat! HEY!!!
My man got shot, and the block got hot!
(Another One Bites The Dust!)
Yo, hey yo I hear more shots, it's like Fort Knox kid!
(Another One Bites The Dust!)
Yo, Hold your breath...Hold your breath...Hold your breath...Yo, CHECK IT!!!
(And another one down, and another down, Another One Bites The Dust!)

[Wyclef]:
If you're a soldier at ease
My military style is known to murder Nazi's, Brooklyn to Germany (Come on)
My kamikaze will blow the U2, they hire Idi Amin in Timbuktu
Whether you indo, or do the Voodoo
You can't foresee this unless I bring the previews, HEY!!! HEY!!!
Yo, it's the number one rappin' band! (Come on, come on)
Yo...This review, will be critically acclaimed
Leave you in critical pain, clinically insane
The name Wyclef Jean, with a yes, yes y'all!
Better have a vest y'all! I'll blast, and bless y'all!
"F"- y'all, the mark of the beast, the triple six
Time running out, listen to the tick!
If you see what I saw, then you seen what I seen, If you know what I know,
You know what I mean!
Commanding officer of the Navy SEAL team
Once I give the orders, you feel the infrared beam....BLAOW!!!

(Chorus [Wyclef]):
For all you critics, sayin' "another remake!"
(Another One Bites The Dust!)
Yo, If you know the deal, this is the master real, kid! Ha Ha!
(Another One Bites The Dust!)
Right! Right! Freddy Mercury, where you at yo?!
(And another one down, and another one down, Another One Bites The Dust!)
(HOW DO YOU THINK I'M GONNA GET ALONG, WITHOUT YOU WHEN YOU'RE GONE!!!)
I need a break beat!

Yo if you're ready for the first of the month, for that welfare check, come
on!
(GET ME OUTTA MY HOME!!!) I need a break beat!

(ARE YOU HAPPY?!! ARE YOU SATISFIED?!!! HOW LONG CAN YOU STAND THE
HEAT!!!??) I need a break beat!

(OUTTA THE DOORWAY, THE BULLETS RIPPA!!! TO THE SOUND OF THE BEAT!)

Yo! Bulletproof vests, like the wild wild west
(Another One Bites The Dust!)

Yo! This is a stickup, now take off your Rolex!
(Another One Bites The Dust!)

Yo! Dirty money, good money, yo it's all money-money!
(Another One Bites The Dust!)

Yo! Dirty Cash! Dirty Cash! The adventures of Dirty Cash!
(And another one down, and another one down, Another One Bites The Dust!)

[Prakazrel]:
Yo, for the love for the cash I'll blast you in my path!!!
Keep my eyes on the math, you cats don't know the half!
As far as I'm concerned, you cats can burn in flames
This ain't no game!!! I'm-a start callin' names!
So come get me, if you know the one-fifty
A million Refugees ready to bust wit' me!
Bloody, filthy, in this rap shhh---!
You gonna have to kill me, since you can't beat me!!!
Pras! Dirty! Cash! You're the greedy!
Believe me! God'll let me fly, like R. Kelly!
Bite another dust with my man Freddy Mercury!
What height nineties got ya cash, wannabe CRAZY!!!

[Free]:
Practically, I tactically destroy
Deploy more decoys than a presidential convoy
My whole envoy stay camouflaged out
And when I walk the street, I take the Refugee route
This one go out to all my thugs in the borough
So just stay thorough, like Kilamanjaro
Split it with an arrow, my girl platoon roll
Outta control, the female mandingos!
Free! I evolve from the egg of a seminarian
Don't go down, 'cause I'm a vegetarian!
And when I bust, it ain't in God we trust
and if you bring a gun, you better bring a black tusk!

(Chorus [Wyclef]):
She looked into my eyes and said F-B-I!!!
(Another One Bites The Dust!)
She said she loved me, she was a spy who lied!!!
(Another One Bites The Dust!) Right!
I could relate...could you relate?
(Another One Bites The Dust!)

Jerry "Wonder", The Product (Male singer from The Product, keys a vocal note)
{Don't you know we coming for yo?!} Yo, Canibus, John Forte', (Another One
Bites The Dust!)
Yo, Dirty Cash, and baby Free! (Another One Bites The Dust!)
Wyclef Jean, Freddy Mercury! Ha-ha! I'm out baby!
(And another one down, and another one down, another one bites the dust!)

N A V Y S E A L S!!!!!!!!

(Another One Bites The Dust!)

(Another One Bites The Dust!)

(Another One Bites The Dust!)

This one's going out to the strip joints
Yo meet me at Suzy's randevou
For ever go-go bar
Ima send this out to the gentlemans club
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool yall now fellas
They be doing the same thing yall be doing
Turn up my symphony, man
Turn up my symphony!
Drop a beat!

Im in paradise
Look at all these crystals
Yo straight up this is the new anthem
For everybody working hard
Trying to make that money
Check it out yall


(Chorus:)
Just cause she dances go-go
I dont make her a hoe no
Maxine put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeelope to Meeexico
Call up my mama said im in love with a stripper yo

(Wyclef Jean:)
10 grand, lemme see you shake it like you got no bones in your body
And you was made to be a celebrity
20 grand, know it's a sin
But if only you show me a little more skin
It will fulfill my fantasy
30 grand, to the highest bidder
But Chris Rock said "there's no sex in the champaigne room"
40 grand, looked into her eyes
I saw tears fallin down
Type of tears that money couldnt buy

(Chorus2x:)

(Hope:)
(Wyclef Jean) Excuse me what is your name?
(Hope) Oh, my name is Hope yo
I was blessed with a body of the godesses
Have you any idea how hard this is?
I can flex in 25 positions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser
Table top pleaser
Gimmi what I need a
Mastercard a Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on a all white canopy
Wyclef extending his hand to me
Like Billy D said he's feeling me
Take me away from here, so far
Where they ride horses, no cars
No more stripping, in bars
Me and you Clef, against the odds

(Chorus2x:)

Yo alot of yall sitting with your girls
Frontin like the Budweiser commercial
Talking about "I I I dont be going to the strip joints"
You lying man, you be surprised who you see up in there
I got one question for you liers

Shot caller, (what?) wasnt you a preacher?
You calling her a hooker, he without sin cast the first stone
I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card
And told me if I ever have problems
Dont hesitate to come by yeah, yeah yeah

(Chorus2x:)

Call up my mama said im in love with a stripper yo

Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? 
I tell you I got nothing but funny money man 
New York Dogs 

Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cooking


Yo this is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
When the LFEX was spinning at the Red Zone
Putting it down
And the tired bouncers would not let me in
Know what I'm saying?

Yo, yo, yo, yo
I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter)
I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter)
Cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring
Come up in the hood and take everything you're wearing

Back in the days it was all about the clubs
And the so-called thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, they wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was their birthday
Me I used to hustle my way in
I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performing tonight?
He said Shabba
Mister Lover that be needy and selective
(Someone jump the Rock's up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when its time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey
But I could be your Paul McCartney
An ebony or ivory into my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Cool Hirth as DJ Red Alert go bizzerk
The needle ain't skip the record jerked
Cause y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty Bentley's in the West Indies
(It doesn't matter)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of trees
(It doesn't matter)
What? I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It doesn't matter)
Yo cause if you ain't sharing, people ain't caring
Come up in the hood and take everything you're wearing
Yo Rock I just bought a fresh Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just bought a fresh Bentley)

How many of y'all ever been to a barbecue
And you always got an Uncle Juan that wanna show you
How all the dances go
And they start it off like this
Electric side on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like Studio 54
GIRLS!! Until the IRS raids it
Drug money get converted into music
The dope man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone!
I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit?
Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the smell is funk
Excuse me I gotta cough
Girl you in so much ice you could freeze New York
You're man must really love you
What does he do for a living?
(He works on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too much conversation
I think she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the compensation, I said
Can I offer you a glass of Merrill Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it straight huh, my name's Veronica)
She had the ass the size of South America
She said ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
Way before Ricky Martin started Livin' La Vida Loca
What hood you come from?
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in Jerusalem
The New Jerusalem yeah that's short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the bottle waiting for her with the 44

New day

[Wyclef]
We're gonna take ya back now, come on
I like the way this is going down
Ladies and gents
Yo I'mma do this for the kids check it out
Here we go, yo

[Wyclef]
We don't need no education (yeah)
Says a young man sitting in class (yeah)
School is out 3 o'clock on the dot (yeah)
Beef with some thugs, he got shot (yeah)
Turn on your television (yeah)
Martin Luther King just had a dream (yeah)
Take this dream and apply it to your life (yeah)
Shorty's selling crack, is a talking job

[Wyclef]
To all my refugees, enough respect
To all my juveniles, enough respect
To all my war children, enough respect
Now Bono won't you sing the hook, come on

[Bono](Wyclef)
Keep your head up
(Uh keep your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Every country got a ghetto, come on)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

1 - [Wyclef]
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
I wanna take this time to thank you
Even though I'm doing Life
Alright
Mama, mama
You know you raised me with no father figure
And taken by machine gun trigger
Out for giving me life

[Wyclef]
Yo, yo turn the page ready the news today
People getting fired, some getting wild
Looting on the streets cause the dogs gotta eat
(Grrr!) By any means necessary
Turning over the hour glass
Gotta get it straight before it's too late
Cause I don't wanna be behind that gate
Now everybody sing the hook

[Bono](Wyclef)
Keep your head up
(Your head up, your head up)
Cause a new day's gonna come
(For the new millennium)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(Everybody sing this part right here)

Repeat 1

[Wyclef]
My people in the front, everybody in the buck
Hey yo raise the roof up in the air, come on
And just raise the roof for all my people trying to eat
Stomp your feet on the floor come on and just stomp
Stomp, stomp, stomp
Introducing Bono, straight out of Dublin

[Bono](Wyclef)
Midnight she's on the street, she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
Midnight she's on the street, oh she can't sleep
She's afraid to dream
Ten years old, my Spanish rose
You see things you never should have seen
(Let me do the guitar solo right here)
(I want all you kids to stand right now, come on let me hear y'all)

[Bono & Children's Choir](Wyclef)
Keep your head up
Cause a new day's gonna come
(Ha, ha)
And look towards the sun
Some got the darkness all around
(All my broke people sing this part right here)

Repeat 1

[Wyclef]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Wyclef and Bono
Jerry Wonder in the back
I let the DJ cut the wax
Y'all need to stop it with the violence
True Refugee combination
Dublin, Brooklyn, New Jersey, ya hear
Trying to find a new year

If death comes for me tonight, girl
I want you to know that I love you
And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare
Only to you I would reveal my tears
So tell the police I ain't home tonight
Messin' around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
I need y'all to do me a favor

Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just been shot down
and the bullet's, in my heart
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold
Somone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo)
The alleged assailaint, is five foot one
and she shot me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold

[Mary J. Blige]
So cold
Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner
I think I'm trapped here for a while
(but I'm always right here with you girl)
And every breath I fight to take
Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break
I told the cops you wasn't here tonight
Messin' around with me is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it's worth the sacrifice

[Wyclef]
If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about
Man, we are in trouble
You're in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
I'm in trouble
I'm in real big trouble
You got anything to say, girl?

[Mary J. Blige]
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just got shot down
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold

[Wyclef]
Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me)
The alleged assailaint, was five foot one
And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my heart)
Feel my body gettin cold
(He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder..)

Wyclef and Mary J. Blige
I'm feelin you girl
I understand

[Mary J. Blige]
And you're doin, what you're doin, would you do it
and do it and do it and do it for me..