Boom Biddy Bye Bye (feat. Fugees) - Fugees Remix

Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill (bringin' it on)
 Cubans meet the Haitians
 Perfect combination, check it
 You say guns, I say pistolas
 Well, if you got beef, son, cállate la boca
 Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians
 Herbal meets the verbal lyrical assassination
 From L.A. to Brooklyn, why you doin' all that talkin'?
 Think you got a soul but you're a dead man walking
 Yo, toast the host from coasts' we boast
 When we meet again, I will be Casper that friendly ghost
 You'll hear shots, like the Show Cops (ah)
 Things are still the same, I'm still growin' crops
 Wyclef with B-Real, let me build, better yet, kill or be killed (ah)
 Yo, B Real watch your grip
 Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
 Yo, open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die
 Boom biddy, bye, bye
 As simple as they come is as simple as they die
 Boom biddy, bye, bye
 Yo, who told the boy, to pack a .45?
 Boom biddy, bye, bye
 Now he rest in the place that they call paradise
 Fools run up, but they've never seen the last
 Fragile ass niggas get broken like glass
 Can he pass or does he posess the will
 Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real
 Punks are broken, some day fall off the ledge
 Refugee camp bringin' it straight over the edge
 Yo, duck as I pluck the feathers from ya' skin
 How you gonna win? That's like Satan with no sin
 It'll never happen while I'm rappin', I be watchin'
 The Philistines, creepin' up in Manhattan
 The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with Muggs
 But there's no survivors, they all died in the flood
 Hi-hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
 Open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die
 Boom biddy, bye, bye
 As simple as they come is as simple as they die
 Boom biddy, bye, bye
 Who told the boy to pack a .45?
 Boom biddy, bye, bye
 Now he rest in the place that we call paradise
 Yo, once a child, twice a villain
 If this was drugs, I'd make a million off this combination
 They say "You're dope, Clef, you're dope"
 So they offer me sess and beer
 Beware, you pull your wallet, Mr Thief stares
 The opposite direction of the room
 He pulled his gun and said I'm doomed
 Join the Son of Man in the tomb
 I see the soldiers, comin' from out the shadows
 Ready for battle, ain't tryin' to hear the baffled
 Warriors lined up in full war gear
 In it to win it if it goes on for years
 Dedicated to the stable of the assassins
 Revolutionaries, just bring on the action
 Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
 Open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die
 Boom biddy, bye, bye
 As simple as they come is as simple as they die
 Boom biddy, bye, bye
 Who told the boy to pack a .45?
 Boom biddy, bye, bye
 Now he rest in the place that we call paradise
 Soldier man, rewind, selector soldier man
 Refugee soldier man, Brooklyn soldier man
 L.A. massive soldier man
 New Jersey massive soldier man
 Uptown massive soldier man
 Long Beach massive soldier man
 You know the whole world watches soldier man
 Boom biddy, bye, bye
 Open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die