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[Intro] Wyclef AKA Preacher's son Comeback with The Sword of Damocles, help them Jabba Wyclef AKA Preacher's Son Words from the belly of the beast I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die In the words of Scarface, again I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die Let's go, brrrup!!! [Verse 1] Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot And they both still were rulers of hip hop And Puffy and Suge was roomates from college And Big L never got found in the alley And Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50 Hey! And Benzino shook hands with Eminem And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim And sometimes when I sleep, yeah, that's when I wake up Yeah, I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn't break up When they walked into the studio I prayed they didn't spray Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!) I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die In the words of Scarface lord I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die Letras de cancionesBalong, balong, balong, whoa whoa whoa! [Chorus] Shots go off, mother's cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop You can't blame it on the game of hip hop Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow And they not promised tomorrow [Verse 2] Yeah! Hey! Imagine if Big Pun was still alive I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad Imagine if there were still four survivors still in Destiny's Child And TLC never lost they Left Eye Imagine Refugees never needin a passport John Forte never at Newark Airport The Million Man March, man, that was a start Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park When the revolution start y'all 'gon have to play this Free Slick Rick he can't get deported I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die In the words of Scarface lord I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die Balong, balong, balong, whoa whoa whoa! [Chorus] Shots go off, mother's cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop You can't blame it on the game of hip hop Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow And they not promised tomorrow [Verse 3] Yeah! Yo! In the club never though Shyne shot the gun But in the limosine JLO had to run Paparazzi snap a shot through the mirror That's when I saw a smile from Princess Diana Back and forth and forth and back Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her The war goes on with The ROC and The Lox Murder INC, G- Unit it's a fight to the top Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah While they get the cover of a magazine we got to die We got to die, we got to die, we got to die Lord we got to die, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa [Chorus] Shots go off, mother's cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop You can't blame it on the game of hip hop Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow And they not promised tomorrow From Letras Mania