Lyrics Wyclef Jean

Wyclef Jean

Slums

Dearly beloved

I wanna dedicate this song

To all my refugees around the world

My shottas

My Zoe's

HM, and all the sets around the world, one gang now

Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day

No more drug dealin', no more gunplay

The G5's landin' on the runway

You know that the world is yours

Lost a couple good friends 'long the way

Coming from the slums, we make mistakes

Yeah, yeah

Life's like a carnival every day

But we stay sucker-free, no clown face

'Cause them boys Bugs Bunny jumpin' for the carrots

Repeating everything to the Feds like parrots

But all I see's the future ahead

A new start like when I cut off my dreads

Statistically, I ain't even supposed to be here

Bad Christmas, I never seen a reindeer

You beat me, we all got our ego

You sniffin' on that Hulk though, Lou Ferrigno

We go ape, y'all just pose like y'all killers

I know King Kong when I see him, y'all Magilla Gorillas

Ever had to face pressure?

Squeeze the crack so far up your ass

That you woke up with a ulcer

Yeah, them the homies that I know

They either deported or they ain't comin' home no more

Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day

No more drug dealin', no more gunplay

The G5's landin' on the runway

You know that the world is yours

Lost a couple good friends 'long the way

Coming from the slums, we make mistakes

Yeah, yeah

I'm just tryna make it out the slums

And turn our dreams into reality

Little shotta boy, I'll hold you down

Until the day they come and bury me

Queen of the castle, the leader of the pack

I send my troops into battle

Sexy and classy, but don't let it fool ya

You can catch me in the cut, posted up with that Ruger

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I followed my calling

You can picture me broke and you could picture me ballin'

American gangster, the Haitian's behind me

District thirteen posted up, if you boys wanna come find me

And my shooters stay with me, a natural born leader

I'm the OG of the block, I testify like the preachers

All my niggas that's with me, take a puff of that reefer

I don't do it for myself, I do this shit for my people

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day

No more drug dealin', no more gunplay

The G5's landin' on the runway

You know that the world is yours

Lost a couple good friends 'long the way

Coming from the slums, we make mistakes

Yeah, yeah

I'm by the river

Don't complicate me

God ain't touched me

I ain't saved yet

I'm by the river

Please be patient

God ain't touched me

I ain't saved yet

Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day

No more drug dealin', no more gunplay

The G5's landin' on the runway

You know that the world is yours

Lost a couple good friends 'long the way

Coming from the slums, we make mistakes

Yeah, yeah