Where Fugees At? Lyrics - The Ecleftic: 2 Sides Ii A Book - Wyclef Jean

INTRO: 

Uh huh, uh huh 

Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know 

Uh huh, uh huh 

What up 

Uh huh, uh huh 

Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh 

I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there 

Yo, yo, yo 

HOOK: 

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that 

Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track 

Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin 

Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement 

Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini, 

It aint all about the money* 

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(Verse 1) 

When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola 

Loud MCs, feel the silencer 

Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue 

This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" (AHHH!) 

Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie 

Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET 

You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone 

You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes 

See, y'all aint MCs, you a CM 

Common Motherfucker rhymin about Lexus and Benz 

The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin 

You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson 

You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone 

I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home 

Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source 

While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full Force 

Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough 

The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs 

Grandma Marnier, CD player number two 

Shadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo" 

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HOOK 

(Verse 2) 

We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat? 

Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack 

How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC 

But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy 

You know who you are, eight bar superstar 

Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards 

You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met 

First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef" 

Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest 

Yeah you could fight, in the WWF 

Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters 

Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers 

Oh Lord, protect me from the devil 

They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ 

Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public 

You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits 

Some MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above ground 

Counting English pounds 

I tell ya what, success don't come overnight 

I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights 

Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite 

Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice 

That's when I daydream into the twilight 

Girls wit they man, screamin "I hate life" 

Baby girl look in the opposite direction 

Cuz my class is the *Misedu...* 

HOOK