Boom Biddy Bye Bye (feat. Fugees) - Fugees Remix

Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill (bringin' it on)

Cubans meet the Haitians

Perfect combination, check it

You say guns, I say pistolas

Well, if you got beef, son, cállate la boca

Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians

Herbal meets the verbal lyrical assassination

From L.A. to Brooklyn, why you doin' all that talkin'?

Think you got a soul but you're a dead man walking

Yo, toast the host from coasts' we boast

When we meet again, I will be Casper that friendly ghost

You'll hear shots, like the Show Cops (ah)

Things are still the same, I'm still growin' crops

Wyclef with B-Real, let me build, better yet, kill or be killed (ah)

Yo, B Real watch your grip

Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye

Yo, open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die

Boom biddy, bye, bye

As simple as they come is as simple as they die

Boom biddy, bye, bye

Yo, who told the boy, to pack a .45?

Boom biddy, bye, bye

Now he rest in the place that they call paradise

Fools run up, but they've never seen the last

Fragile ass niggas get broken like glass

Can he pass or does he posess the will

Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real

Punks are broken, some day fall off the ledge

Refugee camp bringin' it straight over the edge

Yo, duck as I pluck the feathers from ya' skin

How you gonna win? That's like Satan with no sin

It'll never happen while I'm rappin', I be watchin'

The Philistines, creepin' up in Manhattan

The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with Muggs

But there's no survivors, they all died in the flood

Hi-hi, boom biddy, bye, bye

Open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die

Boom biddy, bye, bye

As simple as they come is as simple as they die

Boom biddy, bye, bye

Who told the boy to pack a .45?

Boom biddy, bye, bye

Now he rest in the place that we call paradise

Yo, once a child, twice a villain

If this was drugs, I'd make a million off this combination

They say "You're dope, Clef, you're dope"

So they offer me sess and beer

Beware, you pull your wallet, Mr Thief stares

The opposite direction of the room

He pulled his gun and said I'm doomed

Join the Son of Man in the tomb

I see the soldiers, comin' from out the shadows

Ready for battle, ain't tryin' to hear the baffled

Warriors lined up in full war gear

In it to win it if it goes on for years

Dedicated to the stable of the assassins

Revolutionaries, just bring on the action

Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye

Open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die

Boom biddy, bye, bye

As simple as they come is as simple as they die

Boom biddy, bye, bye

Who told the boy to pack a .45?

Boom biddy, bye, bye

Now he rest in the place that we call paradise

Soldier man, rewind, selector soldier man

Refugee soldier man, Brooklyn soldier man

L.A. massive soldier man

New Jersey massive soldier man

Uptown massive soldier man

Long Beach massive soldier man

You know the whole world watches soldier man

Boom biddy, bye, bye

Open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die