[Wyclef - Hook]. What do you mean?. A pocket full of green. Here comes the fiend all we do is bake cake. I've gotta get my break if you can relate. We've gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta escape. Yo what do you mean?. Here comes the fiend. A pocket full of green all I do is bake cake. I've gotta get my break if you can relate. We've gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta escape yo. [Wyclef - Verse One]. Hey yo my pen's in my hand okay 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?". "I got bad news". Yo by the tone of his voice I heard the ill street blues. "The friends who make you them too can break you. They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu". "Who?". "You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu". "Yo Jerry slow down son I'm losing you yo". "Your cousin Rohan who used to sell bang (uh-huh). DT's found his hand in the back of Bennigans (uh-huh). In a plastic bag with a note attached (mmhmm). 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 they gotta play the harp". Why they wanna start and make me play my part?. Don't they know like Sting I can turn this murder into art?. Jumped into my car it's gotta be a joke. Traffic's backed up who's in town the Pope huh?. [Hook]. [Verse Two]. You're shootin' in the opposite position. I'm thinking "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 wearing black gloves. You up in my face I see the fear in your eyes. You want to feel the pain like a grown man getting circumcised. Shalom shalom hey 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 uh-oh. You hear me Urkel? Your blood will turn purple. Like the colour you holler balling for your mother. No one hears you even though you knock. You used to walk around the block with the ditty bop. Things done changed since your spot got hot. Now you've got your knot wocked with your very own glock!. [Hook]. ...He's dead.... The moral of the story is. Get out of the game before the game plays you. Big shout out to Mike Tyson. Big shout out to Tiger Woods. I'm learning how to play golf now even though I think the sport is.... B O R I N G! ! !