WHERE FUGEES AT?

Uh huh uh huh, Feels good to be back to the essence Where it all started Uh huh uh huh, What up Shalon, uh huh uh huh Turn up my head phones, man, uh huh uh huh I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there Yo yo yo All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that Where Fugee at? I need Fugee to spit up on this track Lauryn, if ya listenin, Pras, if ya listenin Gimmie a call, I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement Yaw'll know my style, I'm still mini money, mini-mini It ain't all about the money One eye whistler, two dogs ride my side, plus a black pistola Loud mc's, feel the silencer Yaw'll still rhymin, yaw'll poo-poo I send psychos to Bellview This ain't a sequel son, but I'll have you scream too Real life cinema, the streets produced a junky Put back on ya shirt man, you lookin like E.T. Ya cracked out fa dough, some blow on saxophone Ya rhymin off beat, even wit help from my metronome See yaw'll ain't mc's, you a C.M. Common muthafucka rhymin bout Lexus and Benz Same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off gin You woke up in hell getting sexed by Marilyn Manson You lie? You deny? Pass me the microphone I guess like Eddie Murphy, you was givin him a ride home Yeah right, 25 mic material in The Source While you rap crews on steroids lookin like Full Force Ya girl, she's buff, puff, but daytime don't play rough The freaks come out at night, so that's when I bring out the cuffs Grandmanier, CD player number 2 Sade's in my bedroom singin“Sweetest Taboo” All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that Where Fugee at? I need Fugee to spit up on this track Lauryn, if ya listenin, Pras, if ya listenin Gimmie a call, I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement Yaw'll know my style, I'm still mini money, mini-mini It ain't all about the money We use to rap, now yaw'll wanna come and get me wit a bat Yaw'll must be smokin crack wit Pooki from“New Jack” How quick yaw'll forget, I'm the reason yaw'll mc's But yaw'll flipped like Pharisees and charged me for blasphemy You know who you are, eight bar superstar Ferrari cars, buy out the bar wit the credit cards You wanna impress some young chick you just met First thing she say“Hey ain't you use to roll wit Wyclef?” Look surprise, see you flesh outside yo vest You can fight in the WWF Cause in this arena ain't nothin but gladiators and haters Hopin they kill me and Roman feed me tot he tigers Oh lord, protect me from the devil They opened the book of life and yaw'll readin like anti-Christ Ya wicked stop liein to the public You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credit Some mc's in the underground mad at me cause I'm above ground Countin English pounds Tell yaw'll what, success don't come overnight I was in Noah's Ark for forty days and forty nights Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite Cause ain't nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice That's when I daydream into the twilight Girls wit they man screamin“I like” Baby girl lookin the opposite direction cause my class the misedu All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that Where Fugee at? I need Fugee to spit up on this track Lauryn, if ya listenin, Pras, if ya listenin Gimmie a call, I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement Yaw'll know my style, I'm still mini money, mini-mini It ain't all about the money Uh huh uh huh Uh huh uh huh It ain't all about the money