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    Fu-Gees - Hip Hopera ft Bounty Killer


    by jekyllah

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    Michael Jackson brought you Thriller
    It made all the gun-man hollar
    Mack 11 guard your grilla
    ( Lauryn )
    Why u gwan, watch out for Babylon, MC's babble on and on I phenom,
    bomb like Ethiopians, not Italions, Queen Asheba, balance like a Libra,
    rain like meteor storms, that change forms like the pillars of Islam,
    make the best rule, and fuck the rest who'll, it takes one drop of
    purity to clean the cess pool, the next crew, will be comprised of kings
    and queens wearing crowns and holiday scepters, facing Mecca, making
    records, raiding biblio-techas, I sip nectars with gods in the
    streetapparel, keep the path straight and narrow while we bombin' on
    Pharaoh, so Bounty Killer pour the sorrel let's make plans for tommorow,

    ( Bounty Killer )
    Cause if it's down a Sodom and Gommorah Refugees we nah go so


    ( Bounty Killer )
    So talk weel if u vex, try and jump in a mi chest, u Mr. Punk, well
    come and do ur next best, mi end u distress, mi lay u to rest,
    askel 45, Fugees dem tech. Well talk well if you vex, try and jump inna
    mi chest, u Mr. Punk, well come and do your next best, mi end u
    distress, mi lay u to rest, rappers from the east and rappers from the
    west, well
    ( Wyclef )
    Yo, 5 years old I heard shots out the window, I thought that it was
    Zorro, driving in from Mexico, I asked my father Pablo who the hell is
    this Paco, he said It's Bounty Killer, He's driving in from Montego.
    ( Bounty Killer )
    That's when shots start to echo from yah so and from deh so, well that
    is the life of a nigger from the ghetto, moving 40 kilo, from here to
    Puerto Rico, smoke my manifico, but i never do perico.
    ( Wyclef )
    Yo, this is a sound clash, u ain't fit for the job, u're vagina,
    and u're making my cock hard, u wanna rap, here's presents, go rap
    it in a box, u versus me is like a mouse versus a ox, Wyclef,
    preacher's son, I sing a hym the lights get dim, reflection of the end ...