[Intro: Wyclef Jean]
Yo (Yes-yes), yo
Lock your doors, lock your doors (Die, die, die)
Lock your doors, lock your doors (Die, die, die)
Lock your doors, lock your doors (Die, die, die)
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill]
I remember comin' from Haiti growin' up in Brooklyn
On Flatbush got my first sneakers tooken
Learn the game quick so I got my first device
Mom moved to Jers' so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good times found myself like Jimmie Walker sayin' "Cello"
Yellow cheese bus gettin' beatings if I cuss
Lay away another day in stripped Lee's and Le Tigres
But the lyrical bomber mama tried to stop
Paranoid cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
I use to push up on a girl, Salt 'N' Peppa, "Push It Push It"
D's in school cause the music was my focus
Jokes in class but when I learned I didn't pass
I knew it was my ass with my mothers leather lash
Belt buckle said "Nelly Nel" similar to Melle Mel
Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells
As the tale gets poetic watch the streets turn magnetic
Tawana Brawley's rape is alleged
Hang out in hooky places, watch streets corners turn to oasis
Young men aspire to be Scarfaces
Yo (Yes-yes), yo
Lock your doors, lock your doors (Die, die, die)
Lock your doors, lock your doors (Die, die, die)
Lock your doors, lock your doors (Die, die, die)
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill]
I remember comin' from Haiti growin' up in Brooklyn
On Flatbush got my first sneakers tooken
Learn the game quick so I got my first device
Mom moved to Jers' so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good times found myself like Jimmie Walker sayin' "Cello"
Yellow cheese bus gettin' beatings if I cuss
Lay away another day in stripped Lee's and Le Tigres
But the lyrical bomber mama tried to stop
Paranoid cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
I use to push up on a girl, Salt 'N' Peppa, "Push It Push It"
D's in school cause the music was my focus
Jokes in class but when I learned I didn't pass
I knew it was my ass with my mothers leather lash
Belt buckle said "Nelly Nel" similar to Melle Mel
Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells
As the tale gets poetic watch the streets turn magnetic
Tawana Brawley's rape is alleged
Hang out in hooky places, watch streets corners turn to oasis
Young men aspire to be Scarfaces
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