[Hook]
Every block got crips, even schools got bloods
Everywhere got eses, eses
With the wrong colors hear, you shot like a dear
​This things getting messy, messy
Hes in a gang, shes in a gang
Pop up, show off your bang bang, bang
But I cry, cry, cry, for my generation
Only god knows!

[Bridge: Wyclef Jean]
Here they come, y'all (x7)

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
Left from Morgan, Bushwick, Flatbush
Reason they call it Flatbush
Police come, get flat
​push the bush in the bush
​for nigga back and brains to get gushed
Thats the life in Brooklyn New York
Then I moved to Jersey where they still cause more spur
One chaca, two chaca, three chaca, four chaca
But your life worth more than that Ford Explorer
​Critics say this the secret to my longevity
I got many styles, many styles
For example this is the one and this is
​na, na, na, na, na me
Still got the swag and me me me mo me
Many wanna beat me
​but they can't copy copy copy copy(copy copy)
But they can only be one fugees
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What we have will have my lighter on
My watch will blind the sun
And the Herb we smoke are from Solomon
But I cry, cry, cry for my generation!
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