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!