Streets Pronounce Me Dead Lyrics - From The Hut, To The Projects To The Mansion - Wyclef Jean

The return of the hip hop ammadeus 

Wyclef Toussaint St. Jean drama 

Streets prounounce me dead [x6] 

I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead 

The reserucction of the dead... I could never get 

And if I ever die, all I do is ride 

The streets prounounce me dead 

Puttin 2 holes in my head 

At the funeral, I had more friends than the grateful dead 

Haters started talkin sayin I went left 

Akon took my spot will I am took my vest 

Started beatin on the coffin cause I could hear the crowd 

But they can't hear me cause lil' jon's preachin too loud 

That's when the bishop said last words for friends and family 

Then the fans stood up and said y'all forgot the fugees 

50 million records sold straight from the basement 

How y'all gon tell me wyclef is irrelevant 

A rapper stood up and said yup I got amnesia 

Last time I remember him was gone til novemeber 

He said I don't spit no more all I do is sing songs 

Last time he felt me was when I rhymed with Big Pun 

That's ightt get the hate off ya chest 

You a rap con artist not a Kanye West (I AINT DEAD!) 

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Streets prounounce me dead [x6] 

I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead 

The reserruction of the dead... I could never get 

And if I ever die, all I do is ride 

I mean the streets say it's been a while since they heard me spit 

That I spit so hard my ghostwriter must be cannubis 

But far permit, this is how I started 

But my battle raps couldn't get me groceries from the super market 

So I found another target to aim at 

I went from food stamps to the black a mac's 

8 track cassettes the cd's the ipod's 

Bmx bixes the hoopdies the hot rods 

And my swag come from nazareth 

How you gone say I'm dead when I rose like lazareth 

And this ain't mystic I ain't talkin voodoo 

We do carry spears like the zulu's 

So watch your mouth boy I ain't dead 

Fo' the city gon turn red, blood will shed 

So before you speak boy watch your tone 

Fo' my chrome gon turn you to a statue of stone (I AINT DEAD!) 

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Streets prounounce me dead [x6] 

I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead 

The reserruction of the dead... I could never get 

And if I ever die, all I do is ride 

They all got shocked when I rose from the coffin 

Dust my self off then headed out to new jerusalem 

Destroyed and rebuilt 

My voice sound like silk 

Audio tune like milk 

I used to shop lift with no guilt 

And christimas time toy guns the size of elves 

I seen the ra-ta-ta-ta turn into the real shells 

Yup killa you press ya luck 

Went to sleep in the pond, woke up with the ducks 

And this ain't gangsta talk, I don't talk the talk 

I suggest you walk or get outlined in chalk 

And you ain't from the street 

But yet you walk the streets, you a C.O.P. a cop walkin the beat 

But the rule on the streets they could turn on you 

Like a pitbull after givin him food 

Or the girl that you bought all the cars and the jewels 

Only to find out on memorial dey fuckin in the swimmin pool (I AINT DEAD!) 

Streets prounounce me dead [x6] 

I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead 

The reserruction of the dead... I could never get 

And if I ever die, all I do is ride 

Yea 

Warriors music 

Drama 

From the hut, to the projects, to the mansions 

So ya'll know you ya'll ain't got no excuses 

I'm aliveeee 

Wyclef AKA Toussaint St. Jean