The Ecleftic * 2 Sides II a Book

(Small World)<br>Blame, blame, whose dat with you again?<br>(The ride, the ride)<br>Yes black, where`s my jewels at?<br>(Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown...)<br><br>(Wyclef Jean)<br>Yo, let`s get back to the hardcore right now<br>Underground hip-hop yo<br><br>(french singer)<br>Elle a toutes les qualitйs, mon grand dйfaut c`est de t`aimer...<br><br>This one`s a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha?<br>I`ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world<br>Signal, signal, y`all need to chill with the driveby`s<br><br>(french singer)<br>arrкte, arrкte ne me touche pas!...<br><br>It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang<br>Stay in the house that’s the sound of the gangs, Clef<br>By the time we figured out what happened<br>I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing<br><br>(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)<br>Don`t wear your colours here, that cemetery gear<br>I got my gun and nine, killing`s my appetite <br>(but that ain`t right y`all)<br>DON`T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE!<br>That cemetery gear (California, California)<br>I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood<br><br>(Wyclef Jean)<br>True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted<br>Jumpin in and out of limo`s thinkin is his ass really gifted<br>The only gift y`all possess is workin with the triple six`s<br>Y`all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces<br>Mosta y`all can`t even go back to the hood where y`all grew up<br>Actin like y`all drink alcohol and all y`all do is throw up<br>Talk about when y`all blow up y`all gonna visit the project floors<br>But the last time they saw y`all was 1984<br>Now y`all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin "freeze"<br>Get out the navigator, Godfather III`s in the DVD<br>They hoppin, they take your car for a spin<br>It`s cold outside so all you feel is the wind<br>There`s no celly phone, so you can`t phone home<br>Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleeg & Jerome<br>("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?")<br>He a rap artist <br>("I don`t care, he got the wrong colours over here, no fear")<br>Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song<br>I`m surprised, cause on all y`all records you was Al Capone<br>And come to find out that you never held a chrome<br>And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam<br>Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn<br>Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns<br>The only difference is for you there`ll be no resurrection<br>Cause it`s a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection<br><br>(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)<br>Don`t wear your colours here, that cemetery gear<br>I got my gun and nine, killing`s my appetite <br>(but that ain`t right y`all)<br>DON`T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)<br>That cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago)<br>I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood<br><br>(Small World)<br>Yo, Hollywood has half-man be hollow to you<br>How could you have slipped through<br>while I was detecting the trick that`s in you<br>Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle<br>We wouldn`t of hit you, hammers have already been<br>cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who?<br>It`s click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up<br>That`s what`s within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker<br>Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with `em<br>Adrenaline`s givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in<br>You never knew bout how we play these innings<br>But you about to play the commission<br>Waves are spinning, I`m out the glaze I`m sh...ing<br>The real is missing but the fraud is evident<br>ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear<br>Your colours wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?<br>Damn Paul, what`s that huh?<br>Let me get that, with the quick snatch<br>If it`s a little man in you then I better put the trick back<br>And if it`s anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer<br><br>(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)<br>Don`t wear your colours here, that cemetery gear<br>I got my gun and nine, killing`s my appetite <br>(but that ain`t right y`all)<br>DON`T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours)<br>That cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit)