Wyclef Jean - Slums Lyrics

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Dearly beloved
I wanna dedicate this song
To all my refugees around the world
My shottas
My zoes
HM
All the sets around the world
One gang now

Little shotta boy
We gon make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin
No more gun play
To G5s landin on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends on the way
Comin from the slums we make mistakes… yeah

Lifes like a Carnival everyday
But we stay sucka free, no clown face
Cuz ya boys Bugs Bunny, jumping for the carrots
Repeatin everything to the feds like parrots
But all I sees the future ahead
A new start like when I cut off my dreads
Statistically I aint even supposed to be here
Bad Christmas, I never seen a reindeer
You beat me, we all got an ego
You sniffin on that hulk though,
Lou Ferringo
We go eight
Yall just pose like yall killas
I know Kingkong when I see him
Yall Im a guilla guerrilla
If I had to face pressure
Squeeze the crack so far up ya ass
That you woke up with an ulcer
Yeah, and the homies that I know
They either deported
Or they aint comin home no more

Im just trying to make it out the slums
And turn our dreams into reality
Little shotta boy Ill hold you down
Until the day they come and bury me
Queen of the castle
The leader of the pack
I send my troops into battle
Sexy and classy
But dont let it fool ya
You could catch me in the cut
Posted up wit that ruger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I follow my calling
If you could picture me broke then
You could picture me ballin
American gangsta
The Haitians behind me
District 13 posted up
If you boys wanna come find me
And my shootas stay with me
A natural born leader
Im the OG of the block
I testify like the preacher
All my niggas thats with me
Take a puff of that reefer
I dont do it for myself
I do this shit for my people
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah