The Score lyrics

Artist  : Fugees 
Song : The Score



 Send "The Score" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [CLEF:]

Look into the rhyme

Rum to the ripple

Sing boo, 

But at times I come in triple. 

Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head 

Now your dead. 

Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead. 

Raaaaah, raaaah 

Let me attack just like the black cat 

You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.


Hooo, you've got to go for backup 

To do what you gotta do. 

So you'll be back with France CU 

Traitor in your crew is mafo heat 

Put the poison in your tea 

and kill the toad, But I'll be back with the
centipede 

I'm on some new technique, drunken bamboo 

Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what. 

Competition, stimulation for the rap man 

Losers check your tooters 

While I'm suckin' on your girls h******. 

Don't play macho, while you got the gun 

Cause if you got to reload . . . 



[CLEF:]

Wyclef the multi-talented 

Average heads can't handle it 

I'll bring it to you live 

Only if you want it. 

Me and my guitar go back like the days of the
RMC's 

(C'mon check out my melody) 

The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef 

Through any contest 

I'm victorious 

Still keep it real, if you will and manifest 

Through your skills, not by how many shells you
peel. 



[PRAZ:]

I'm a bring down the ruckus 

Play the nutcracker 

Rough-neck rednecks make me no bother 

Time after time, ask Cyndi Lauper, 

Boss, you don't want to f**k with my partners


Motion, commotion, what's your proposal 

Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal 

Like utensil, false idental, 

I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil 



[LAURYN:]

I'm the L, Won't you pull it 

Straight to the head 

With the speed of a bullet 

Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet


Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative 

Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends


Dreams of euphoria, 

Aurora, 

To another galaxy 

Phallic-sy 

Be this microphone, but get lifted 

Lyrically I'm gifted 

Burn on in without the roach clip (it) 

Henders, mind-bender 

Pleasure sender, 

So frequently your nerve endings belong to me


Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full
capacity of my smoke 

Wack niggas choke 

From the fumes that I emote, 

Or emit s*** 

See even I feel the mahogany L 

Natural hallucinogen 

Turning boys to men again 

With estrogen dreams 

Release blues, yellows and greens 

From Brownsville to Queens 



[DIAMOND-D:]

I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift


I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cliff 

You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man
riff 

(We know where to run) 

And start flakin' like dandruff. 

C'mon son my steelo's tight 

Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic


On the right, analytical conceptions 

With precision and leave lyrical incisions.