Fu-Gee-La

We used to be number ten

Now we permanent one

In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm

Pistol nozzle hits your nasal

Blood becomes lukewarm

Tell the woman be easy, now squeeze the Charmin

Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned

Beat you so bad, make you feel like you ain't want to be born

And tell your friends, stay the hell out of my lawn

Chicken George became dead tryna steal chickens from my farm

Damn, another dead pigeon

If you're mafiosos then I'm bringing on Haitian Sicilians

Nobody's shooting, my body's made of hand grenades

Girl bled to death while she was tongue kissing a razor blade

That sounds sick, maybe one day I'll write the horror

Blackula come to the ghetto, jacks an Acura

Stevie Wonder sees crack babies

Becoming enemies of their own families

Armageddon coming our way soon

Done, gun by my side just in case I gotta run

A boy on the side of Babylon

Tryna front like he down with Mount Zion

Ooh, la, la, la

It's the way that we rock when we doing our thing

Ooh, la, la, la

It's the natural law that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing, yeah

Yeah, in saloons we drink Boone's

And battle goons to high noon

Bust rap tunes on flat spoons

Take no shorts like pum-pums

See hoochies pop coochies for Gucci's and Lucci

Find me in my Mitsubishi, eating sushi, bumping 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

**** huff and they puff but they can't handle us

We bust 'cause we fortified, we 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, your whole sound set booty

And ha, ha, ha, ha, you have to respect Jersey

'Cause I'm super fly when I'm super high on the Fu-Gee-La

Ooh, la, la, la

It's the way that we rock when we doing our thing

Ooh, la, la, la

It's the natural law that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing, yeah

I sit ninety degrees underneath palm trees

Smoking BD's as I burn my calories

Brooklyn rooftops become Brooklyn teepees

Who that be?

Enemies want to see the death of me

From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons like

My crew a can, I'm a true champion, like

Farah Khan reads his daily Qur'an

It's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan

What's going on?

Armageddon coming our way soon

Done, gun by my side just in case I gotta run

A boy on the side of Babylon

Tryna front like he down with Mount Zion

What's going on?

Armageddon coming our way soon

Done, gun by my side just in case I gotta run

A boy on the side of Babylon

Tryna front like he down with Mount Zion

Ooh, la, la, la

It's the way that we rock when we doing our thing

Ooh, la, la, la

It's the natural law that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing

Ooh, la, la, la

It's the way that we rock when we doing our thing

Ooh, la, la, la

It's the natural law that the Refugees bring

Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la-la

Sweet thing

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