Wyclef Jean
Y'all hear the guitars
Wyclef is in the building
Puffy came to get me
I have officially made the band
I'm a rockstar

Sara
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Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do
Do you know

Chopper
So where you from?

Babs
Where chicks rock Air Force 1's
Belly shirts tied up and
our hair stay done
So where you from

Fred
Where they don't rock Air Force 1's
We hit the block out
the spots holding Air
Force guns
So where you from

Ness
Philly spitters rock
Dickies and boots
A deuce deuce in my tube
socks inching the shoe
Man where you from

Chopper
Where guerillas don't be
messing with cops
You catch a case
Go on the run and still
hugging the block

Babs
So what you doing

Chopper
Big Ballin' money
makin and flossin'
Sean Johnin' you know
how we do it in New
Orleans
So what you doing

Ness
What I'm doing, man
I'm doing it big
I'm cockin it back the
mack crack, crackin'
your wig
Man what you doing

Fred
Man I'm minding my bizz
I'm trying to feed my
kids
I can't starve dog I need my rib
Yo what you doing

Babs
Shuttin' broads down believe me
On my grind all night cause
your girl is greedy
whoooo

Chorus: (Sara)
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do
Do you know

Ness
All I know
Somebody better have my money
If being broke is a joke
I don't find that funny

Babs
All I know
That chicks better
respect my gangsta
I'm far from your mother
But I still will spank ya

Chopper
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Is this project living and sh...
What could you tell me
If you ain't never
been in this here

Fred
All I know
My flow put me through better doors
And bought two gold pedals
For that Bentley Azure, euurrrke

Sara
Please, don't give up, on your life
Ghetto child, it's
alright, it's alright

Dylan
The sun will come out, tomorrow
Even though we grindin'
down in the ghetto
But so we go, so we go
When the sun come out to shine
I'd be so ready for die now
Forgive me for my sins
But I still holding me nine-ah
VIP looking for another
man for rob now
Just another way for
escape Riker's Island

Fred
I'm gonna prove to these dudes
I can get me a Coupe
Without snatching you out of yours
With that steam on you, blakoww

Chopper
I wanna prove
I'm a superstar
My rims sitting on
Shaquille O'Neals
You know who we are

Babs
I gonna prove it
That Babs is the best in the game
So thugs hold on tight
Like I'm snatching your chain

Ness
And I'm gonna prove it
To the chicks that
cold shouldered me
And the record labels
That chose to look over me, ha
I ain't going back to jail
To a pack of Oodles and Noodles
In the wack of my cell
Dudes get cut in the yard
We rushing the guards
We taking over it's a riot
Gun button the Sarge
All of my homies with wheels
Waiting for in the peel
Is all the way real
We peel penintentiary
steel, come on

Sara
Do you knoooowwww Ohhhhhhh
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
That life is showing you
What are you gonna do
(You gotta know)
Do you know

Wyclef Jean
Bad Boy, Refugee camp
collabo, let's go
Babs
Babs from Brooklyn
and I do my thing
Chopper
Chopper City straight
out of New Orleans
Fred
The infamous Freddy P.
from the M-I-A
Sara
It's Sara stokes with
the Midwest Swing
Dylan
Dylan Dillinger doing me thing
Ness
E-Ness that Philly cat
sticking for bling, pow
Sara
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