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