[Intro]
Wyclef AKA Preacher`s son
Comeback with The Sword of Damocles, help them Jabba
Wyclef AKA Preacher`s Son
Words from the belly of the beast
I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die
In the words of Scarface, again
I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die
Let`s go, brrrup!!!
[Verse 1]
Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot
And they both still were rulers of hip hop
And Puffy and Suge was roomates from college
And Big L never got found in the alley
And Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies
Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50
Hey! And Benzino shook hands with Eminem
And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim
And sometimes when I sleep, yeah, that`s when I wake up
Yeah, I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn`t break up
When they walked into the studio I prayed they didn`t spray
Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!)
I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die
In the words of Scarface lord
I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die
Balong, balong, balong, whoa whoa whoa!
[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother`s cry
Death since rise, homicide
Black on black crime needs to stop
You can`t blame it on the game of hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see
What we see is reality
The ghetto`s the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow
And they not promised tomorrow
[Verse 2]
Yeah! Hey!
Imagine if Big Pun was still alive
I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad
Imagine if there were still four survivors still in Destiny`s Child
And TLC never lost they Left Eye
Imagine Refugees never needin a passport
John Forte never at Newark Airport
The Million Man March, man, that was a start
Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park
When the revolution start y`all `gon have to play this
Free Slick Rick he can`t get deported
I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die
In the words of Scarface lord
I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die
Balong, balong, balong, whoa whoa whoa!
[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother`s cry
Death since rise, homicide
Black on black crime needs to stop
You can`t blame it on the game of hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see
What we see is reality
The ghetto`s the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow
And they not promised tomorrow
[Verse 3]
Yeah! Yo!
In the club never though Shyne shot the gun
But in the limosine JLO had to run
Paparazzi snap a shot through the mirror
That`s when I saw a smile from Princess Diana
Back and forth and forth and back
Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her
The war goes on with The ROC and The Lox
Murder INC, G- Unit it`s a fight to the top
Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah
While they get the cover of a magazine we got to die
We got to die, we got to die, we got to die
Lord we got to die, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa
[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother`s cry
Death since rise, homicide
Black on black crime needs to stop
You can`t blame it on the game of hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see
What we see is reality
The ghetto`s the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow
And they not promised tomorrow
