CLEF: Mista mista, Can I get five dollars, So I can get something to eat
HELL NO MF, You can`t get no money from me
Cause every time I give you a dollar
You go get shot up with more and more needles
And you tell me that you`re drug free
Drug Free Mista mista, I haven`t ate anything for a week
Can I get a quarter? HELL NO MF, What can a quarter get you?
Nothing mf, You are just fucked up
Off them fucked up drugs, You know you need to leave alone
But you keep telling me that you`re drug free
MF, You ain`t drug free, you`re a fiend
And every time I try to help you
You pretend as if it`s okay
Then later on in the week
You go back to shootin` needles, to sniffin`, Oh mf, but you told me you were
DRUG FREE DRUG FREE
You ain`t drug free mf
So you damn well, can`t get no mfin` money from me.
we`re permanent one Wyclef, Preacher`s Son, Ichi bang, Listen Mrs. Tin
Can I`m your candy handy
And my memoir be
Reminding me of eating
Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari.