We used to be number 10   Now we're 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 Naah squeeze the Charmin   Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned   Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain't wanna be born   And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn   Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm   Damn, Another dead pigeon   If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians   Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade   Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade   That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror   Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura   Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Becoming Enemies of their own families   What's going on?   Armageddon come you know we soon done   Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump   A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion      Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang   Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring   Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing      Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons 'till high noon   Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon's   See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci   Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' 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   Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, we bust   Cause we fortified, I 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, You whole sound set's bootie , and   Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect Jersey, 'cause I'm superfly when I'm super high on   The Fu-Gee-La      Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang   Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring   Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing      I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees   Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories   Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees   Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me   From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like   Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like   Farakkhan reads his Daily Koran it's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan      What's goin' on   Armageddon come you know we soon done   Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump   A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion   What's goin' on   Armageddon come you know we soon done   Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump   A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion      Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang   Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring   Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing      Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang   Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring   Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing