Key: C minor•
Verse 1
my shit?)
Verse 2
Refugees
Cm
We used to be number ten,
now we permanent at one
In the battle lost my finger,
mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy,
nah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
Beat you so bad,
Verse 3
make you feel like you ain't wanna be born, Jean
the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became Dead George
stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn, another dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then I'm bringin'
on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin',
my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-
kissing a razor blade
Verse 4
Cm
That sounds sick, maybe one day I'll write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto,
jacks an Acura
Stevie Wonder sees crack babies
Becoming enemies of their own
families
Verse 5
done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon
Tryin' to front like you're down
with Mount Zion
Verse 6
the way that we rock when
we're doing our thing
Ooh, la- la- la
It's the natural la that
the Refugees bring
Ooh, la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la
Sweet thing (yeah)
(She love me like she never before,
ayy)
Verse 7
and battle goons 'til high noon
Bust rap tunes on flat spoons,
take no shorts like poom poom's
See hoochies pop coochies, for
Gucci's and Lucci
Find me in my Mitsubishi,
eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees
Hey, hey, hey, try to take the crew
and we don't play- play
Say, say, say like Paul McCartney,
not hardly
Oddly enough,
I can see right through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us,
we bust
Verse 8
Seen "Cooley High",
cried when Cochise died
I'm twisted, black- listed by
some other negroes
Don't remove my Polos
on the first episode
Ha- ha- ha- ha, you shouldn't diss refugees,
and
Ha- ha- ha- ha, you whole sound set booty,
and
Ha- ha- ha- ha, you have
to respect Jersey
'Cause I'm superfly when I'm super-
high on the Fu- Gee- La
Verse 9
the way that we rock when
we're doing our thing
Ooh, la- la- la
It's the natural la that
the Refugees bring
Ooh, la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la
Sweet thing (yeah, yeah)
(She love me like she never before,
ayy) (burst it)
Verse 10
palm trees
Smokin' beadies as
I burn my calories
Brooklyn rooftops become
Brooklyn tee- pees
Who that be, enemy,
wanna see the death of me
From Hawaii to Hawthorne,
I run marathons, like
Buju Banton, I'm a true champion,
like
Farakkhan reads his Daily
Qu'ran, it's a
Phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan
Verse 11
come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon
Tryin' to front like you're down
with Mount Zion
What's goin' on? Armageddon
come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon
Tryin' to front like you're down
with Mount Zion
Verse 12
the way that we rock when
we're doing our thing
Ooh, la- la- la
It's the natural la that
the Refugees bring
Sweet thing
(She love me like she never before,
ayy)
Verse 13
the way that we rock when
we're doing our thing
Ooh, la- la- la
It's the natural la that
the Refugees bring
Ooh, la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la- la
Sweet thing
(She love me like she never before,
Eb
Ebm
ayy)
Verse 14
Ebm
Yo kid, we gotta get our family together,
man
You know, we gotta get organized
We just can't be out here, you know,
just high and smoked up
Whatever we gon' do, we gotta do it right
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsCm Ab Eb Ebm
Cm
Ab
Eb
Ebm
Capo: 3
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