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Fugees - No Woman, No Cry Written By  Vincent Ford Produced by Jerry "Wonda" Duplessis, Pras, Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean Drum Programming By  John Forté Engineered By  Warren Riker Recorded At  Booga Basement Studio, (East Orange, New Jersey) Album The Score Release Date  February 13, 1996 Sampled In  The Score by Fugees (Ft. Diamond D) Cover Of  No Woman, No Cry by Bob Marley & the Wailers Remixed By  No Woman, No Cry (Remix with Steve Marley) by Fugees LYRICS [Intro] A dedication to all the refugees worldwide One time, say, say, say [Verse 1] I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet Good friends we had, good friends we've lost along the way In this great future you can't forget your past So dry your tears I say and to my peeps who passed away [Hook] No woman, no cry No woman, no cry, say say say Hey li

https://68.media.tumblr.com/2a9e0ad8e024e92badee4a6659115f13/tumblr_nkgo6zFlQP1srm6rfo1_500.jpg Fugees - Vocab Produced By Pras Album Bootleg Versions LYRICS [Intro: Lauryn Hill] Yo, this is the Fugees.. Refugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booga-Basement The basement, word Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es An if you come to test the rap stylee Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld [Verse One: Lauryn Hill] Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me I keep a rap-book with me while I'm driving daddy's Audi I pay the toll fighting for my own soul Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a black hole But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black Boogie bandit, wha

Fugees - Ready or Not Produced By Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean Album The Score LYRICS [Hook: Lauryn Hill] Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and make you want me [Verse 1: Wyclef Jean] Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates Those who fake, they break When they meet their 400-pound mate If I could rule the world Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course When giddyuping on their horse I kick a rhyme drinking moonshine I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased But, no, don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep Thinking 'bout the robbery that I did last week Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag I want to play with pellet guns from here to Baghdad Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist I think not, I'll send

http://img2-ak.lst.fm/i/u/arO/0ae6deef6925489f8c944717e57d6c10 Fugees - Killing Me Softly With His Song Produced By Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill Album The Score LYRICS [Hook: Lauryn Hill] Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song [Ad-libs: Wyclef Jean + (Lauryn Hill)] (Ah!) Yooo! (Yeah! Yeah!) This is Wyclef, Refugee Camp (L-Boogie up in here) Prazrel, (Prazrel up in here! Ha! Ha!) Lil' Base sits up there on the base (Refugees up in here) While I'm on this... I got my girl L (Ah! Ah!) One time, one time, (one time) Ayo, L, you know you got the lyrics [Verse 1: Lauryn Hill] I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him And listen for a while And there he was This young boy, stranger to my eyes [Hook: Lauryn Hill + (Wyclef Jean)] Strumming my pain with his fingers (One time, one t

Fugees - Fu-Gee-La Produced By Salaam Remi Album The Score LYRICS [Verse 1: Wyclef] We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born jawn And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn Chicken George became Dead George stealing chickens from my farm Damn, Another dead pigeon; If you're mafiosos then I'm bringing on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shooting, my body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade That sounds sick maybe one day I'll write a horror; Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies Of their own families! Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta run A boy on the sid

Fugees - A Change is Gonna Come Lyrics Yo (one time) I was born by the river (uh) (uh) in a tentement oh, my poor mother, she could hardly pay the rent It's been a long (ha) a long time comin but I know a change is gonna come oh yes it will (two time) (yea) It's been too hard livin (huh) and I'm afraird to die (why?) I dont know whats out there yea, yea, beyond the sky It's been a long (huh) a long time comin but I know a change is gonna come oh (oh) yes it will (say it whyclef, check it out, say it, uh uh) oh my see I go, to my brotha (c'mon!) (and say what, say what) and I say brotha help me please (c'mon L Boogie!) and he winds up he winds up knockin me, knockin me (uh huh) back down on my knees! ohh (three time!) It's been times when I didn't think that I would last for long (huh) but now we think we're bound to carry on It's been a long (uh huh huh huh yea) a long time comin but I know a change is gonna come oh yes it will this h

Pras - Ghetto Supastar (That is What You are) Feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard & Intro. Mya LYRICS (ODB: Intro) Damn man, look up at the sky All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight Look at em! (Mya: Chorus) Ghetto supastar (supastar...), that is what you are (what you are...) Comin from afar (from afar...), reachin for the stars (reachin' for the stars...) Run away with me, to another place We can rely on each other, uh-huh (yeah) From one corner, to another, uh-huh (Pras: Verse One) Uh, yeah, yo, yo Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means The surpreme dream team, always up with the schemes From hubcaps to sellin raps, name your theme My rise to the top, floatin on this cream Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me A million ReFugees with unlimited warranties Black Ceasar, dating top divas Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one Got fi