Da Cypha Lyrics - Hope

Yo 1, 2, 1, 2 

The Clef is back with some adjustments 

Refugee camp 

(Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!) 

Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin in the car 

Keys they goin in the trunk 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

Fiends they don't give a uh 

(Marie Antoinette) 

And Flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this 

You still gon be found in a ditch 

My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks 

I'm a fiend for the S-500 I want it 

Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop 

Chick like me be chasin after cops 

And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin 

Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin 

Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason 

Time and treatin, Air Force One we leavin 

Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom 

My man Johnny Handsome, itchin to cancel 'em 

I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to buisness 

We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished 

Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill 

We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel 

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(Supreme C) 

Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga 

Since back in the days, before he was raised 

Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart 

My art sharp, shoot your posse apart 

Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun 

Son by son, done by done 

Whoever come murder fest, one of the best 

I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address 

I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you 

Why try to hide from accomplice vibe 

Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds 

Gamble and scramble, F what your man do 

It's all about this husltin game, muscle and fame 

Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game 

My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable 

And I stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you 

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(Hope) 

I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm 

A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm 

Pushing figures way to the back 

Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal Attract 

Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades 

I'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played 

Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman 

You say you want it, you don't wanna see the omen 

When my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy water 

I don't wanna die cuz I'm my daddy's only daughter 

But yo, sometimes I see the writin on the wall 

You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls 

Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall 

Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all 

About the night shifters, me, I'ma cypher drifter 

My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes 

(Wyclef) 

October 31st I was standing by the sour 

These thugs don't wanna talk they want these Pumas I just bought 

Fresh outta school, picked on cuz I'm bilingual 

I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal 

Ran in the grocery store, spoke to Gabriel 

He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from Israel 

Ran back outside, just before I could say... another homicide 

Threw thecuit in the bushes runnin like Jesse Owens 

Police showed up, but I was nowhere in existence 

Back in the crib thinkin bout what I just did 

I'ma police of defense but I'm bound to catch this bid 

My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie 

Like a super in the projects wantin rent money 

Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states 

Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape 

Bodies found in Virginia under the dumpsters, no 

18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto' 

Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door 

No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote 

And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it 

For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper 

And everytime I wave and spit the crowd jump 

Cuz I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump" 

Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks 

I aint even *Kriss Kross* my clothes yet 

And yet y'all wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump" 

You in Da Cypha 

Stay in the house when you hear 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

It means the murder's outside you hear 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

Where the real killers at you hear 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

Honey who chill with the gats you hear 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

Yo don't talk crap man 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

Just cuz your girl's wit you man 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

Cuz both o y'all gon go man 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

To a place where no man knows man 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

Femme fatale, Hope 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

Supreme C, kinda dope 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

Marie Antoinette in the back with the techs 

WooWooWooWooWoo 

Y'all know the flavor Refugee Camp... 

WooWooWooWooWoo...