The Score (Explicit)
Fugees, Diamond D"The Score (Explicit)" is a song by Fugees, Diamond D, released in 1996 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:48 long and contains 93 lines and 550 words.
Lyrics
0:12Soliders
0:13Left right left right left right left right left right left right
0:20Left left left left
0:22Look into the rhyme
0:24Rum to the ripple
0:25Single
0:26But at times I come in triple
0:27Blaow blaow put the heater to your head
0:29Now your dead
0:30Wyclef don't give a beep if you're dead
0:32Raaaaah raaaah
0:33Let me attack just like the black cat
0:35You in the wrong neighborhood check the map
0:37Hooo you've got to go for backup
0:39To do what you gotta do
0:41So you'll be back with France CU
0:42Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
0:44Put the poison in my tea
0:45And kill the toad But I'll be back with the centipede
0:47I'm on some new technique drunken bamboo
0:50Awoo hoo a hoo I'm taking all crews what
0:52Competition stimulation for the rap man
0:55Losers check your tooters
0:55While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters
0:57Don't play macho while you got the gun
0:59Cause if you got to reload man
1:11Soliders
1:12Left right left right left right left right left right left right
1:19Left left left left
1:22Wyclef the multi talented
1:23Average heads can't handle it
1:24I'll bring it to you live
1:25Only if you want it
1:27Me and my guitar go back like the days of the R MC's
1:30C'mon check out my melody
1:32The W Y C L E F Wyclef
1:35Through any contest
1:36I'm victorious
1:37Still keep it real if you will and manifest
1:39Through your skills not by how many shells you peel
1:41I'm a bring down the ruckus
1:43Play the nutcracker
1:44Rough neck rednecks make me no bother
1:47Time after time ask Cyndi Lauper
1:49Boss you don't want to f**k with my partners
1:51Motion commotion what's your proposal
1:54Uphold two fold the crew is disposal
1:56Like utensil false idental
1:59I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil
2:11Soliders
2:12Left right left right left right left right left right left right
2:19Left left left left
2:21I'm the L Won't you pull it
2:22Straight to the head
2:23With the speed of a bullet
2:25Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky freeky gullet
2:27Lyrical sedative keep niggas medative
2:29Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends
2:31Dreams of euphoria
2:32Aurora
2:33To another galaxy
2:34Phallic sy
2:35Be this microphone but get lifted
2:37Lyrically I'm gifted
2:38Burn on in without the roach clip it
2:40Henders mind bender
2:41Pleasure sender
2:42So frequently your nerve endings belong to me
2:44Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke
2:48Wack niggas choke
2:49From the fumes that I emote
2:51Or emit s**t
2:52See even I feel the mahogany L
2:53Natural hallucinogen
2:55Turning boys to men again
2:56With estrogen dreams
2:57Release blues yellows and greens
2:58From Brownsville to Queens
3:10Soliders
3:11Left right left right left right left right left right left right
3:18Left left left left
3:20Soliders
3:21Left right left right left right left right left right left right
3:28Left left left left
3:30I creep like a theif no doubt the man's swift
3:33I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef
3:35You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff
3:38We know where to run
3:39And start flakin' like dandruff
3:41C'mon son my steelo's tight
3:43Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic
3:45Born to write analytical conceptions
3:48With precision and leave lyrical incisions
Soliders Left right left right left right left right left right left right Left left left left Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Single But at times I come in triple Blaow blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give a beep if you're dead Raaaaah raaaah Let me attack just like the black cat You in the wrong neighborhood check the map Hooo you've got to go for backup To do what you gotta do So you'll be back with France CU Traitor in your crew is mafo heat Put the poison in my tea And kill the toad But I'll be back with the centipede I'm on some new technique drunken bamboo Awoo hoo a hoo I'm taking all crews what Competition stimulation for the rap man Losers check your tooters While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters Don't play macho while you got the gun Cause if you got to reload man Soliders Left right left right left right left right left right left right Left left left left Wyclef the multi talented Average heads can't handle it I'll bring it to you live Only if you want it Me and my guitar go back like the days of the R MC's C'mon check out my melody The W Y C L E F Wyclef Through any contest I'm victorious Still keep it real if you will and manifest Through your skills not by how many shells you peel I'm a bring down the ruckus Play the nutcracker Rough neck rednecks make me no bother Time after time ask Cyndi Lauper Boss you don't want to f**k with my partners Motion commotion what's your proposal Uphold two fold the crew is disposal Like utensil false idental I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencil Soliders Left right left right left right left right left right left right Left left left left I'm the L Won't you pull it Straight to the head With the speed of a bullet Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky freeky gullet Lyrical sedative keep niggas medative Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends Dreams of euphoria Aurora To another galaxy Phallic sy Be this microphone but get lifted Lyrically I'm gifted Burn on in without the roach clip it Henders mind bender Pleasure sender So frequently your nerve endings belong to me Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke Wack niggas choke From the fumes that I emote Or emit s**t See even I feel the mahogany L Natural hallucinogen Turning boys to men again With estrogen dreams Release blues yellows and greens From Brownsville to Queens Soliders Left right left right left right left right left right left right Left left left left Soliders Left right left right left right left right left right left right Left left left left I creep like a theif no doubt the man's swift I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff We know where to run And start flakin' like dandruff C'mon son my steelo's tight Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic Born to write analytical conceptions With precision and leave lyrical incisions
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