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Red Intro
by Fugees

Colombia Ruffhouse Records present
A Refugee Camp production
Fugees, The Score
And now, for our feature presentation

Yo, this fucker I was wit the other day,
I was chillin' with Scott and nigga was like
The minute that we got in front of our crib with a shotgun.
'Cause jokers gonna be bustin' up in there
Trying to get food, clothing, shelter, TV's, forks
Radios or whatever they can get there hands on kid.
Shit is getting mad ill out here man.
Joker's running out here with masks on,
I was with my man Pete, think he like Charlie Chan or Robert De Niro
Or Bruce Lee or some shit, jumping from behind trees on muhfuckers,
Cowboys bang bang or whatever you know.
Trying to shoot a joker he had beef with,
He wound up shootin' my man up in the street, trying to be Cowboys
They can't even shoot,
Trying to be gangsta's but when the Beast come on the muthafuckin' block
Everybody break out
They beat my man Bob G. Up the other day,
Cops, pigs just vampin' on him, everybody just standin' around
Just watching that shit take place, always takes place
'Cause they only gangsta's when it comes to being gangsta's to they selves.
They want to be Corleone, Luigi or Gambino or Gotti
Or whatever the fuck that is, who people don't even like know what I'm sayin'
They run around callin' themselves Rahiem or Fuquan or Mustapha
'Cause we think they got power, fuck them, I got power.
I got power, I got family I got Family Business on Avon,
On Chancellor, on Prince Street
Chadwick or Stratford, Chancellor uh Vailsburg.
All of the Brick City boy that's my family.
We gonna settle The Score, once and for all.
I ain't gonna sit around and let jokers kill me softly kid
I'm goin' out, I'm goin' out like a bandit
All of these zealots trying to steal and trying to bite and take what I got
Like all of these big record companies,
These corporations these stores they try to rob me.
Naw man, I'm going I'm a get mine.
And my girl we gonna go out together
She gonna be a soldier kid, when I go out, she go out.
And we gonna make what we believe Manifest
Fuck that 'cause if you ain't ready now,
You ain't never gonna be ready I'm always ready

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