Chorus: <br />Michael Jackson brought you Thriller <br />It made all the gun-man hollar <br />Mack 11 guard your grilla <br />( Lauryn ) <br />Why u gwan, watch out for Babylon, MC's babble on and on I phenom, <br />bomb like Ethiopians, not Italions, Queen Asheba, balance like a Libra, <br />rain like meteor storms, that change forms like the pillars of Islam, <br />make the best rule, and fuck the rest who'll, it takes one drop of <br />purity to clean the cess pool, the next crew, will be comprised of kings <br />and queens wearing crowns and holiday scepters, facing Mecca, making <br />records, raiding biblio-techas, I sip nectars with gods in the <br />streetapparel, keep the path straight and narrow while we bombin' on <br />Pharaoh, so Bounty Killer pour the sorrel let's make plans for tommorow, <br /><br />( Bounty Killer ) <br />Cause if it's down a Sodom and Gommorah Refugees we nah go so <br /><br />Chorus <br /><br />( Bounty Killer ) <br />So talk weel if u vex, try and jump in a mi chest, u Mr. Punk, well <br />come and do ur next best, mi end u distress, mi lay u to rest, <br />askel 45, Fugees dem tech. Well talk well if you vex, try and jump inna <br />mi chest, u Mr. Punk, well come and do your next best, mi end u <br />distress, mi lay u to rest, rappers from the east and rappers from the <br />west, well <br />( Wyclef ) <br />Yo, 5 years old I heard shots out the window, I thought that it was <br />Zorro, driving in from Mexico, I asked my father Pablo who the hell is <br />this Paco, he said It's Bounty Killer, He's driving in from Montego. <br />( Bounty Killer ) <br />That's when shots start to echo from yah so and from deh so, well that <br />is the life of a nigger from the ghetto, moving 40 kilo, from here to <br />Puerto Rico, smoke my manifico, but i never do perico. <br />( Wyclef ) <br />Yo, this is a sound clash, u ain't fit for the job, u're vagina, <br />and u're making my cock hard, u wanna rap, here's presents, go rap <br />it in a box, u versus me is like a mouse versus a ox, Wyclef, <br />preacher's son, I sing a hym the lights get dim, reflection of the end ... <br /><br /><a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.lyriczz.com/lyriczz.php?songid=5561">http://www.lyriczz.com/lyriczz.php?songid=5561</a>
