Masquerade Lyrics - Wyclef Jean

The streets is mad right now 

Tell em why we mad 

Rappers whatever you call yourself 

Pack ya bags and get out of town 

Cause I'ma strike down on thee wit great vengence and furious anger 

Those who attempt to poison da hood 

I'ma let y'all know da preacher's son is back 

Uh, Refugee, one time, one time 

Uh, M.O.P., two time, two time, one time 

Bumpy knuckles now the world is in trouble 

Come on 

Yo, you're number one on the charts 

You're a masquerade 

Paid for your billboard slots 

You're a masquerade 

Because the block knows hot 

You're a masquerade 

You're livin in a uh 

You're livin in a masquerade 

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I'm on first 

So, this ain't a rap verse 

It's more like a voodoo curse 

So when you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya hearse 

Cause you lie too much 

You don't got no gat 

At your arm reach is ink 

At your headpiece now you pissin in your briefs 

Hold up 

We just saw you on your BET and MTV, a public access channel 

Talkin bout I'ma thug 

You're an animal, a canibal, you even scare hannibal 

But when the blackout came no light for your candle 

So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade 

And I'ma call it like I see it 

Ay, y'all living in a masquerade 

Even though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes 

Money wit no respect - that makes you a suspect 

So you can't ride through Brownsville 

You want peace you better call Churchill 

If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P. family and plays guitar at your eulogy 

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You wanna claim you run da block 

You're a masquerade 

Givin information to the cops 

You're a masquerade 

I mean you never seen a rock 

You're livin in a uh 

You're livin in a masquerade 

Masquerade 

Now the grimy lil bastards line up 

Time's up 

I'm up 

They say we dem dans to show you how to get it crunk 

I'm still plottin wit Fox 

Today 

I do it wit Clef 

Whoever 

We throw mack and that's to the death bless royalty 

You youngstas better get back before you get a set back and get clapped 

That's it and that's that 

Clef 

Hold that 

Take all dat and fall back 

I kick too much ass 

Kick ass 

To rock jewels, rock Prada 

F-ck Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta 

We still grip arms Brook norm bound sh-t 

The streets don't want that watered down sh-t 

Fam, we clear the whole stage 

You don't wannaa ride wit us 

We got road rage 

Now I'ma let my hood tell you 

You're a masquerade 

I bet you feedin the dogs 

You're a masquerade 

I thought we still and we rob 

You're a masquerade 

You're livin in a uh 

You're livin in a masquerade 

I'm hittin sixteen bars 

A murder, real murder, baby 

This ain't a façade 

Nigas pumpin they fist like they punchin at gods 

Over ten years rippin MC 

I bring it hard 

Don't make me split yo chest and pull yo card 

R&B singer the greatest and now barred 

Cause he been feelin on booties of too young cuties 

Got mo bombs left 

You punk nigas, we used to shake your pumpy hands 

You'll have no arms left 

You ain't a pimp 

You ain't a mack 

You keep biches in the house all day 

I keep em on the track 

Drinkin cocoa and wearin long mink coats black 

Hit em twelve-inch stilettos 

Tappin through the ghetto 

I can see it in your eyes 

Little nigas you ain't a part of shakin nigas hand, shakin nigas heart 

I keep the underground in shape 

It never be soft 

You wanna make it like them fat naked biches turnin me off 

Now I'ma let my hood tell you 

You're a masquerade 

I bet you feedin the dogs 

You're a masquerade 

I thought we still and we rob 

You're a masquerade 

You're livin in a uh 

You're livin in a masquerade 

Neary Paneary won't you take em to the Middle East