Fu-Gee-La

(Where's my shit? Where's my shit?)
 Refugees
 We used to be number ten, now we permanent at one
 In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm
 Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
 Tell the woman be easy, nah squeeze the Charmin
 Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
 Beat you so bad, make you feel like you ain't wanna be born, Jean
 And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
 Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
 Damn, another dead pigeon
 If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
 Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
 Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade
 That sounds sick, maybe one day I'll write a horror
 Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura
 Stevie Wonder sees crack babies
 Becoming enemies of their own families
 Armageddon come, you know-a we soon done
 Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
 A boy on the side of Babylon
 Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion
 Ooh, la-la-la
 It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing
 Ooh, la-la-la
 It's the natural la that the Refugees bring
 Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
 Sweet thing (yeah)
 (She love me like she never before, ayy)
 Yeah, in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons 'til high noon
 Bust rap tunes on flat spoons, take no shorts like poom poom's
 See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
 Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees
 Hey, hey, hey, try to take the crew and we don't play-play
 Say, say, say like Paul McCartney, not hardly
 Oddly enough, I can see right through your bluff
 Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, we bust
 'Cause we fortified, I could never hide
 Seen "Cooley High", cried when Cochise died
 I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes
 Don't remove my Polos on the first episode
 Ha-ha-ha-ha, you shouldn't diss refugees, and
 Ha-ha-ha-ha, you whole sound set booty, and
 Ha-ha-ha-ha, you have to respect Jersey
 'Cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La
 Ooh, la-la-la
 It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing
 Ooh, la-la-la
 It's the natural la that the Refugees bring
 Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
 Sweet thing (yeah, yeah)
 (She love me like she never before, ayy) (burst it)
 I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees
 Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories
 Brooklyn rooftops become Brooklyn tee-pees
 Who that be, enemy, wanna see the death of me
 From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
 Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like
 Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran, it's a
 Phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan
 What's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done
 Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
 A boy on the side of Babylon
 Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion
 What's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done
 Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
 A boy on the side of Babylon
 Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion
 Ooh, la-la-la
 It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing
 Ooh, la-la-la
 It's the natural la that the Refugees bring
 Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
 Sweet thing
 (She love me like she never before, ayy)
 Ooh, la-la-la
 It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing
 Ooh, la-la-la
 It's the natural la that the Refugees bring
 Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
 Sweet thing
 (She love me like she never before, ayy)
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 Yo kid, we gotta get our family together, man
 You know, we gotta get organized
 We just can't be out here, you know, just high and smoked up
 And whatever, we gotta get our stuff organized
 Whatever we gon' do, we gotta do it right