Where Fugees At?

Uh huh, uh huh

Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know

Uh huh, uh huh

What up

Uh huh, uh huh

Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh

I got a few things I want to tell the people out there

Yo, yo, yo

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that

Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track

Lauryn if you're listenin', Pras if you're listenin'

Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement

Y'all know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini,

It ain't all about the money

When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola

Loud MCs, feel the silencer

Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue

This ain't a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" (Ah!)

Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie

Put back on your shirt man you lookin' like ET

You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone

You're rhymin' off beat even with help from my metronomes

See, y'all ain't MCs, you a CM

Common Motherfucker rhymin' about Lexus and Benz

The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin

You woke up in hell gettin' sexed by Marilyn Manson

You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone

I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home

Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source

While your rap crew's on steroids lookin' like Full Force

Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough

The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs

Grandma yell, CD player number two

Shadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo"

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that

Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track

Lauryn if you're listenin', Pras if you're listenin'

Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement

Y'all know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini,

It ain't all about the money

We used to rap, now y'all want to come and get me with a bat?

Y'all must be smokin' crack, with Pookie from New Jack

How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC

But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy

You know who you are, eight bar superstar

Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards

You want to impress, I'm young chick, you just met

First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef"

Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest

Yeah you could fight, in the WWF

'Cause in this arena ain't nothin' but gladiators and haters

Hopin' they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers

Oh Lord, protect me from the devil

They open the book of life, y'all readin' like the anti Christ

Your weak kid, stop lyin' to the public

You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits

Some MC's in the underground, mad at me 'Cause I'm above ground

Counting English pounds

I tell ya what, success don't come overnight

I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights

Contemplatin' what should I write, what should I recite

'Cause ain't nobody here but thugs and chicks wit' ice

That's when I daydream into the twilight

Girls wit' they man, screamin' "I hate life"

Baby girl look in the opposite direction

'Cause my class is the Misedu'

All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that

Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track

Lauryn if you're listenin', Pras if you're listenin'

Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement

Y'all know my style, I'm still mini, money, mini, mini,

It ain't all about the money