Da Cypha

Lyrics

[Intro: Wyclef Jean] Yo 1, 2, 1, 2, the Ecleftic 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 [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (WooWooWooWooWoo) Keys, they goin' in the trunk (WooWooWooWooWoo) Fiends, they don't give a (uh) [Verse 1: 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 chasing 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 business We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished Bodies for dollars, I got two hours to kill We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel [Verse 2: Supreme C] Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga Since back in the days, before you was raised Ain't 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, murderfest, one of the best I'm gettin' assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address I come to kick it with you, walk beans stickin' with 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 [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (WooWooWooWooWoo) Keys, they goin' in the trunk (WooWooWooWooWoo) Fiends, they don't give a (uh) [Verse 3: Hope] I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed With endless bars of metaphorical 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 with 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 'cause 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'm a cypher drifter My sixteen bars is up, so peace to the mixers [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (WooWooWooWooWoo) Keys, they goin' in the trunk (WooWooWooWooWoo) Fiends, they don't give a (uh) [Verse 4: Wyclef Jean] 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 'cause 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?" ere's a feezy from Israel" Ran back outside, just before I could say "Bismillah ir rahman," another homicide Threw the biscuit 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 plead self-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 misinterpret it For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper And every time I wave and spit the crowd jump 'Cause I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump" Feel the funk comin' through your elephant trunks I ain't even *Kriss Kross* my clothes yet And yet y'all wanna [Break: Wyclef Jean] (Jump! Jump!) You in Da Cypha (Jump! Jump!) You in Da Cypha [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] (WooWooWooWooWoo) Keys, they goin' in the trunk (WooWooWooWooWoo) Fiends, they don't give a (uh) [Bridge: Wyclef Jean] 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 'cause your girl's with you man (WooWooWooWooWoo) 'Cause both of y'all gon go, man (WooWooWooWooWoo) To a place where no man knows, man (WooWooWooWooWoo) [Outro: Wyclef Jean] Femme fatale, Hope Supreme C, kinda dope Marie Antoinette in the back with the techs Y'all know the flavor, Refugee Camp