What's Clef Lyrics - Ghetto Supastar - Pras

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I got it started to my face 

I got it started to my face, right? 

What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation? 

Ha, ha, ha 

You gotta be kiddin'! 

You call my name four times on a record? 

Heh, heh! 

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please 

I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes 

New York City, don't get it confused 

Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove" 

Body moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson 

You write about being a veteran, but not a legend 

Back from the war with thirty-two medals of honor 

You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber 

Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap 

Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at 

Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya 

A new episode where the student kills the teacher 

Any last words before I send you to your dream? 

Hold my hands and pray 

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You don't got knowledge yourself 

So you don't know what that mean, a'ight? 

Who suped you up to do the record in the first place? 

It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass 

L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty 

Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls 

Under the conference room table 

When you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL 

I worked too hard, for this life is serious 

This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice 

So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often 

But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin 

Back from Miami where your record got no heat 

That's why your Def Jam interns call it "Battle of the Beats" 

You're weak nigga! 

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Yo, this my question 

What's your question? 

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? 

What's Clef? 

I'm not a Bob Marley impostor 

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? 

Tell your ghost writers, "Go write something better" 

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Guess who? Uh-oh, uh-oh 

Here we go-o, uh-oh 

Every two records you do scenario 

You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme first 

Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt 

I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1" 

You got out done by Canibus the young gun 

Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean 

Not knowing that you callin' fire for your cremation 

Jammin' and cool, sumpthin' like you 

Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool" 

Kids wet too who do the pool 

Let bells ring like Sunday school 

L.L. Cool J is hard as hell? 

So hard at night he's Jezebel 

I heard the teller, Himmemel 

How you think he wrote the song? 

Rock the bells! 

Yo, Clef 

I know you got styles, but get back to the issue kid 

This is real! 

Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green 

Your marriage is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline 

Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed 

Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings 

Another side of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed 

I even got the Devil worshippers sayin', "God bless" 

You star struck, and I'ma buck you like Carlito 

And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco 

Wyclef, preacher's son, check the revelation 

Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million 

MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion 

I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians 

And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source" 

You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss 

The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef 

The return of Jack the Ripper was only to meet his death 

The next time, you wanna dis me for kicks 

Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick your lips, bitch! 

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Rest in peace! 

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? 

What's Clef? 

I'm not a muscle man impostor 

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? 

Watch what you ask for, 'cause you just might get it 

Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' with Wyclef 

I just wanna tell you L.L., your record is wack 

L.L., why don't you just give up? 

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