[Intro: (1st half sung 2nd half spoken)]. When I was young Mama played a guitar. A microphone and she said I'd go far. She said "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore". Listen to my talk and get up I'm on the corner with my.... Hey kids gather around it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck. I got a story to tell heeeeeeere we go. [Chorus: (sung)]. Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way. He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed. Black BMW with rims to match windows bulletproof. One night he jumped out the car. and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. You can be at the party gettin' loose. But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose. [Verse 1:]. Hey yo hey yo my pen's in my hand what should I write next?. Oh yeah and if you don't know success brings stress. I'm vexed my phone rings collect call from Jeff. The operator say "If you accept say yes". "Yes what's the deal son?". "Yo I got bad news". Yo by the tone of his voice I heard the ill street blues. "The friends will make you then too can break you. They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu". "Who?". "You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)". "Slow down man Jeff I'm losin' you". "Hey yo your cousin Rohann...". "Uh-huh". "Who used to sell bang". "Uh-huh". "DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans...". "What?". "In a plastic bag with a note attached". "Saying what?". "A million and a half or he won't be back". "So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge 12:00 sharp". "If not at the funeral you gotta play the harp". Yo why they wanna start and make me play my part?. Don't they know like Sting I can turn this murder into art?. I jumped into my car there's gotta be a joke. Traffic's backed up who's in town the Pope?. S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn I turned and looked left. To my surprise it was my sis Melky Sedeck. [Repeat chorus]. [Verse 2:]. You're shootin' in the opposite position. I'm thiniin' "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition. On your wig transition?". My mission like Take 6 is to spread love. But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves. You up in my face I see the fear in your eyes. You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised. Shalom shalom pardon my left. But my right hand's on your throat massaging you to death. You provoke the cycle call Michael. You're lookin' in the mirror well I'm in your window oh oh. You hear me Urkel your blood will turn purple. Like the colour you holler ballin' for your mother. No-one hears you even though you knock. You used to walk around the block with the daily rock. Things done changed since your spark got hot. Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock. [Chorus 2:]. Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way. He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed. Black BMW with rims to match windows bulletproof. One night he jumped out the car. and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. You can be witcha girl gettin' loose. But you can catch a bullet in your goose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose. You can be at the party gettin' loose. But you can catch a bullet in your goose