Pras
Red Intro
[Intro: DJ Red Alert]
Colombia Ruffhouse Records present
A Refugee Camp production
Fugees, The Score
And now for our feature presentation

[Spoken Word: Ras Baraka, Wyclef Jean, Pras]
Yo
I was f**kin' with, the other day, I was chillin' with Scott
And this n***a was like (Yeah, yeah, what happened?)
And the minute we gotta sit in front our crib with a shotgun
'Cause jokers gonna be bustin' up in there tryna get food, clothing, shelter
TVs, forks, radios, whatever they get they hands on, kid
This sh*t is getting mad ill out here, man (That sh*t always happenin', man)
Jokers running around, like, with masks on (Man, f**k that, know what I'm sayin'?)
Until my man Petey think he like Charlie Chan, or Robert De Niro, or Bruce Lee or some sh*t (A gangster)
He be jumping from behind trees on motherf**kers (What you wanna do, kid, what you wanna do?)
Or cowboys, bang-bang, or whatever, you know
Like my man, he tried to shoot a joker he had beef with (I got the Uzi at the house, know what I'm sayin'?)
He wound up shootin' my man up in the street, in the hospital (Let me smoke this L, then tell me what you wanna do)
Trying to be cowboys, they can't even shoot
Trying to be gangsters, but when the beast come on the motherf**kin' block, everybody break out (Cowboy-a** n***as)
They beat my man Bob G. up the other day
Cops, pigs just vampin' on him, yo (Man, f**k the po-po, it's good for his a**)
Everybody standin' around just watching that sh*t take place (Those n***as ain't doing right, that n***a ain't smart)
This always take place
Because they only gangsters when it come to being gangsters to theyself
They wanna be Corleone or Luigi (N***a, I am Corleone, what? What?)
Or Gambino or Gotti or whatever the f**k that is (I am Gambino)
Some people don't even like you, you know what I'm sayin'?
They run around callin' theyself Rahim or Fuquan or Mustapha
No sh*t, 'cause we think they got power (What you wanna do then?)
F**k them, I got power (What? What?)
I got power, I got a family (You ain't got no car, n***a)
I got family business on Avon, on Chancellor, on Prince Street (Y'all blowed up)
Chadwick, on Stratford, Chancellor, uh, uh, Vailsburg
All of the Brick City, boy, that's my family (I got family just around the corner)
We gon' settle the score, once and for all (Where your girl at?)
I ain't gon' sit around and let jokers kill me softly, kid
I'm going out, I'm going out like a bang
And all of these zealots out here (Man)
Tryna steal and tryna bite and take what I got
Like all these big record companies (Yeah)
These, uh, corporations, these stores, they try to rob me?
Naw man, I'm going— I'ma get mine (Man, f**k outta here)
And my girl, we gon' go out together
She gon' be a soldier, kid
When I go out, she go out (My girl gon' be a star)
And we gon' make what we believe manifest (Hopefully y'all don't go eye-to-eye)
F**k that, 'cause if you ain't ready now, you ain't never gon' be ready (I'm always ready)