Da Cypha Lyrics
| Song | Da Cypha |
| Artist | Wyclef Jean |
| Album | The Ecleftic -2 Sides II A Book |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Creatore, Duplessis, Harris ... | |
| Intro： | |
| Yo 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| The clef is back with some adjustments | |
| Refugee camp | |
| [turn it up! turn it up! turn it up!] | |
| Yo, you see them refugees right there, they goin in the car | |
| Hook: | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Keys they goin in the trunk | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Fiends they don't give a uh | |
| [marie antoinette] | |
| And flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this | |
| You still gon be found in a ditch | |
| My name should be robin banks the way i be robbin banks | |
| I'm a fiend for the s-500 i want it | |
| Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop | |
| Chick like me be chasin after cops | |
| And they don't stop at my block after the diallo shootin | |
| Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin | |
| Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason | |
| Time and treatin, air force one we leavin | |
| Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom | |
| My man johnny handsome, itchin to cancel 'em | |
| I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to buisness | |
| We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished | |
| Blah, blah, i got two hours to kill | |
| We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel | |
| [supreme c] | |
| Supreme c been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga | |
| Since back in the days, before he was raised | |
| Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart | |
| My art sharp, shoot your posse apart | |
| Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun | |
| Son by son, done by done | |
| Whoever come murder fest, one of the best | |
| I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address | |
| I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you | |
| Why try to hide from accomplice vibe | |
| Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds | |
| Gamble and scramble, f what your man do | |
| It's all about this husltin game, muscle and fame | |
| Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game | |
| My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable | |
| And i stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you | |
| Hook | |
| [hope] | |
| I run up in da cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm | |
| A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm | |
| Pushing figures way to the back | |
| Out of your reach, excessive like fatal attract | |
| Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades | |
| I'll kiss you wit a blade when i think i'm gettin played | |
| Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman | |
| You say you want it, you don't wanna see the omen | |
| When my sixth sense start flowin i bless like holy water | |
| I don't wanna die cuz i'm my daddy's only daughter | |
| But yo, sometimes i see the writin on the wall | |
| You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls | |
| Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall | |
| Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all | |
| About the night shifters, me, i'ma cypher drifter | |
| My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes | |
| Hook 2x | |
| [wyclef] | |
| October 31st i was standing by the sour | |
| These thugs don't wanna talk they want these pumas i just bought | |
| Fresh outta school, picked on cuz i'm bilingual | |
| I barely spoke english but the gun language was universal | |
| Ran in the grocery store, spoke to gabriel | |
| He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from israel | |
| Ran back outside, just before i could say... another homicide | |
| Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like jesse owens | |
| Police showed up, but i was nowhere in existence | |
| Back in the crib thinkin bout what i just did | |
| I'ma police of defense but i'm bound to catch this bid | |
| My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie | |
| Like a super in the projects wantin rent money | |
| Just when i thought i get my life straight in the states | |
| Is when i found myself climbin down the fire escape | |
| Bodies found in virginia under the dumpsters, no | |
| 18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto' | |
| Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door | |
| No your honor that must be some old rhyme that i wrote | |
| And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it | |
| For example when i say gun i mean my pen and paper | |
| And everytime i wave and spit the crowd jump | |
| Cuz i'm still digital underground like "humpty hump" | |
| Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks | |
| I aint even *kriss kross* my clothes yet | |
| And yet y'all wanna "jump, jump" in da cypha, "jump, jump" | |
| You in da cypha | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| Stay in the house when you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| It means the murder's outside you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Where the real killers at you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Honey who chill with the gats you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Yo don't talk crap man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Just cuz your girl's wit you man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Cuz both o y'all gon go man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| To a place where no man knows man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Femme fatale, hope | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Supreme c, kinda dope | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Marie antoinette in the back with the techs | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Y'all know the flavor refugee camp... | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo... |
| zuo ci : Creatore, Duplessis, Harris ... | |
| Intro: | |
| Yo 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| The clef is back with some adjustments | |
| Refugee camp | |
| turn it up! turn it up! turn it up! | |
| Yo, you see them refugees right there, they goin in the car | |
| Hook: | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Keys they goin in the trunk | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Fiends they don' t give a uh | |
| marie antoinette | |
| And flex couldn' t save you even if he dropped a bomb in this | |
| You still gon be found in a ditch | |
| My name should be robin banks the way i be robbin banks | |
| I' m a fiend for the s500 i want it | |
| Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop | |
| Chick like me be chasin after cops | |
| And they don' t stop at my block after the diallo shootin | |
| Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin | |
| Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason | |
| Time and treatin, air force one we leavin | |
| Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom | |
| My man johnny handsome, itchin to cancel ' em | |
| I' m like hold up, wait a minute, let' s get down to buisness | |
| We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished | |
| Blah, blah, i got two hours to kill | |
| We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel | |
| supreme c | |
| Supreme c been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga | |
| Since back in the days, before he was raised | |
| Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart | |
| My art sharp, shoot your posse apart | |
| Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun | |
| Son by son, done by done | |
| Whoever come murder fest, one of the best | |
| I' m gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address | |
| I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you | |
| Why try to hide from accomplice vibe | |
| Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds | |
| Gamble and scramble, f what your man do | |
| It' s all about this husltin game, muscle and fame | |
| Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game | |
| My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable | |
| And i stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you | |
| Hook | |
| hope | |
| I run up in da cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm | |
| A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm | |
| Pushing figures way to the back | |
| Out of your reach, excessive like fatal attract | |
| Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades | |
| I' ll kiss you wit a blade when i think i' m gettin played | |
| Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman | |
| You say you want it, you don' t wanna see the omen | |
| When my sixth sense start flowin i bless like holy water | |
| I don' t wanna die cuz i' m my daddy' s only daughter | |
| But yo, sometimes i see the writin on the wall | |
| You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls | |
| Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall | |
| Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all | |
| About the night shifters, me, i' ma cypher drifter | |
| My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes | |
| Hook 2x | |
| wyclef | |
| October 31st i was standing by the sour | |
| These thugs don' t wanna talk they want these pumas i just bought | |
| Fresh outta school, picked on cuz i' m bilingual | |
| I barely spoke english but the gun language was universal | |
| Ran in the grocery store, spoke to gabriel | |
| He said, you have problems, here' s a feezy from israel | |
| Ran back outside, just before i could say... another homicide | |
| Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like jesse owens | |
| Police showed up, but i was nowhere in existence | |
| Back in the crib thinkin bout what i just did | |
| I' ma police of defense but i' m bound to catch this bid | |
| My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie | |
| Like a super in the projects wantin rent money | |
| Just when i thought i get my life straight in the states | |
| Is when i found myself climbin down the fire escape | |
| Bodies found in virginia under the dumpsters, no | |
| 18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto' | |
| Flee the scene of the crime before y' all kick the door | |
| No your honor that must be some old rhyme that i wrote | |
| And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it | |
| For example when i say gun i mean my pen and paper | |
| And everytime i wave and spit the crowd jump | |
| Cuz i' m still digital underground like " humpty hump" | |
| Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks | |
| I aint even kriss kross my clothes yet | |
| And yet y' all wanna " jump, jump" in da cypha, " jump, jump" | |
| You in da cypha | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| Stay in the house when you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| It means the murder' s outside you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Where the real killers at you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Honey who chill with the gats you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Yo don' t talk crap man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Just cuz your girl' s wit you man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Cuz both o y' all gon go man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| To a place where no man knows man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Femme fatale, hope | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Supreme c, kinda dope | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Marie antoinette in the back with the techs | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Y' all know the flavor refugee camp... | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo... |
| zuò cí : Creatore, Duplessis, Harris ... | |
| Intro: | |
| Yo 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| The clef is back with some adjustments | |
| Refugee camp | |
| turn it up! turn it up! turn it up! | |
| Yo, you see them refugees right there, they goin in the car | |
| Hook: | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Keys they goin in the trunk | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Fiends they don' t give a uh | |
| marie antoinette | |
| And flex couldn' t save you even if he dropped a bomb in this | |
| You still gon be found in a ditch | |
| My name should be robin banks the way i be robbin banks | |
| I' m a fiend for the s500 i want it | |
| Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop | |
| Chick like me be chasin after cops | |
| And they don' t stop at my block after the diallo shootin | |
| Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin | |
| Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason | |
| Time and treatin, air force one we leavin | |
| Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom | |
| My man johnny handsome, itchin to cancel ' em | |
| I' m like hold up, wait a minute, let' s get down to buisness | |
| We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished | |
| Blah, blah, i got two hours to kill | |
| We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel | |
| supreme c | |
| Supreme c been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga | |
| Since back in the days, before he was raised | |
| Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart | |
| My art sharp, shoot your posse apart | |
| Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun | |
| Son by son, done by done | |
| Whoever come murder fest, one of the best | |
| I' m gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address | |
| I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you | |
| Why try to hide from accomplice vibe | |
| Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds | |
| Gamble and scramble, f what your man do | |
| It' s all about this husltin game, muscle and fame | |
| Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game | |
| My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable | |
| And i stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you | |
| Hook | |
| hope | |
| I run up in da cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm | |
| A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm | |
| Pushing figures way to the back | |
| Out of your reach, excessive like fatal attract | |
| Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades | |
| I' ll kiss you wit a blade when i think i' m gettin played | |
| Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman | |
| You say you want it, you don' t wanna see the omen | |
| When my sixth sense start flowin i bless like holy water | |
| I don' t wanna die cuz i' m my daddy' s only daughter | |
| But yo, sometimes i see the writin on the wall | |
| You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls | |
| Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall | |
| Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all | |
| About the night shifters, me, i' ma cypher drifter | |
| My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes | |
| Hook 2x | |
| wyclef | |
| October 31st i was standing by the sour | |
| These thugs don' t wanna talk they want these pumas i just bought | |
| Fresh outta school, picked on cuz i' m bilingual | |
| I barely spoke english but the gun language was universal | |
| Ran in the grocery store, spoke to gabriel | |
| He said, you have problems, here' s a feezy from israel | |
| Ran back outside, just before i could say... another homicide | |
| Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like jesse owens | |
| Police showed up, but i was nowhere in existence | |
| Back in the crib thinkin bout what i just did | |
| I' ma police of defense but i' m bound to catch this bid | |
| My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie | |
| Like a super in the projects wantin rent money | |
| Just when i thought i get my life straight in the states | |
| Is when i found myself climbin down the fire escape | |
| Bodies found in virginia under the dumpsters, no | |
| 18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto' | |
| Flee the scene of the crime before y' all kick the door | |
| No your honor that must be some old rhyme that i wrote | |
| And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it | |
| For example when i say gun i mean my pen and paper | |
| And everytime i wave and spit the crowd jump | |
| Cuz i' m still digital underground like " humpty hump" | |
| Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks | |
| I aint even kriss kross my clothes yet | |
| And yet y' all wanna " jump, jump" in da cypha, " jump, jump" | |
| You in da cypha | |
| Hook | |
| Outro: | |
| Stay in the house when you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| It means the murder' s outside you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Where the real killers at you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Honey who chill with the gats you hear | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Yo don' t talk crap man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Just cuz your girl' s wit you man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Cuz both o y' all gon go man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| To a place where no man knows man | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Femme fatale, hope | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Supreme c, kinda dope | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Marie antoinette in the back with the techs | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo | |
| Y' all know the flavor refugee camp... | |
| Woowoowoowoowoo... |
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