His debut solo effort, Ghetto Supastar, was released in the autumn 1998, following solo releases of his bandmates Wyclef Jean and Lauryn Hill. Released on Ruffhouse Records, the album's title track "Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are)" featured vocals by Mya and Ol' Dirty Bastard. His newest album, Win Lose or Draw, was released in 2005 and featured the single, "Haven't Found".
Also in 2005, Pras, Wyclef Jean, and Lauryn Hill announced that the reunification of the Fugees to release the album Take it Easy, to be released in 2006. The album's first single, also titled "Take it Easy", has already been released and is also featured in Verizon Wireless V Cast commercials.
Pras is referred to as "Dirty-Cash" and "Praswell" in many of his songs, especially with the Fugees.
For The Love Of This
Pras Lyrics
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Uh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo it's so amazin how I be blazin
from the four seasons to you at the days in
Where you lay at on the cages?
I comin with a cannon, two guns blazin, purple hazin
My shine can be appraised, my tongue radiate
orchard violent rays, why you stower in the off broke and paid
Damn, I wish I had it made, ran on your parade
make you exchange at the word trade
Dig son, your whole couldn't add up to my half
I'll count your funds yeah, like third grade math
Blast to your path every mornin I break flags
Dirty cash always find a way to get stash
From Italy to the deepest alley
up to the highest mountains of the Himalayas
I put that on a stack of bibles so I stack a prayers
Yo democrat block, must get shot
Believe me not go ask Pac Prodock
Scream on the crew when you don't know how
Shiver liner got, rhymes in every single cloud, cause what
(Chorus: Pras)
For the love of this, I give my life a diss
And for the love of this, I send my last wish
For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
You see I will do anything but I won't do that
(Sniff Coke) won't do that (slang dope) can't do that
(Get out the car) shouldn't do that (take off your rope) why do that?
(Feel the gun smoke bloaw!)
Do you hear me baby
(Pras)
Yo, I got no life to spare, no time to bear
No TL care, I'm single like a stair
I can feel it in the air comin everywhere
Twenty years from now, I'm gonna be a billionaire
Red for the on the island M-I sicky underwear
Leavin all the BS elsewhere, I swear
Black you out make you see the boat like Noah
There's nothin here for y'all, glasses like Coca-Cola
Mix-a-Mack make em see there's not enough buildings
Not ever since when I drop by these flash un a peepin
No reef thugin more caffeine than tryin
Spread the love yeah to all my beloved
High speed chasin, low pro pursue
Black shoes important, soldiers come Bay Root
So look to my troops and the stolen Coupes
Here's the gun don't talk about it, just get up and shoot (stop it)
Hold up son, let me set up the pace
I'm that cattle in the race on the Human Race
Don't call me Human, call me Lou-man
Like par, move your record company under ?You-Hah?
Family business FR to snitches
I'm down with M.O.B. yeah Money over Bitches
(Chorus: Pras)
For the love of this, I give my life a diss
And for the love of this, I send my last wish
For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
You see I will do anything but I won't do that
(Pras)
For the love of this I'll paint myself green
Within myself in the Corrine, Pras Most Wanted
Last seen with Sister Morphine
Scuba Diving with the Navy Seals in the Yellow Submarine
Headed for, the Philippines, microphone fiend with are regain green
It burns when I eat tangerine, wash it down with a cup of Gasoline
Burn into flames, like your actress said Ilene
Supreme Dream Team, musical machine, money makin machine
Walk through the Desert butt-naked with a inch of canteen
Slappin it, rapper'll be like nah mean?
Got nothin but a piggy in a tree, to what I shoot and some washed out jeans
Headin for the stars word, word to God
Watchin every move placin all my cards
The game'll soon come like the aliens
Everybody runnin, sayin that's the one
(Chorus: Pras)
For the love of this, I give my life a diss
And for the love of this, I send my last wish
For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
You see I will do anything but I won't do that
(I sell Crack) won't do that (peel on your back) can't do that
(Here comes the Gat) shouldn't do that (if you want to lay flat) why do that?
(Pras)
Yo, come on, do you hear me baby (hear me baby)
Uh, uh, uh, Navy Seals y'all, Refugee Camp what, what
You better stop it, punk, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it HA!
98-99, yeah, yeah, (*Dirty said several times*) Cash haha
The song "For The Love Of This" by Pras is an ode to hip-hop and the passion it can inspire. The lyrics are a mixture of braggadocio and social commentary, with Pras boasting about his skills and success in the rap game while also taking shots at those who don't understand or respect the genre. He talks about his ability to blaze through any situation, from fancy hotels to street corners, and his plans to become a billionaire. He also references his Haitian roots and his involvement in the Refugee Camp musical collective. The chorus emphasizes Pras's devotion to hip-hop and his willingness to do anything for it, but also sets limits on what he's willing to compromise or sacrifice.
Throughout the song, Pras shows off his wordplay and charisma, dropping clever metaphors and rhymes that flow smoothly over the beat. He uses colorful imagery to describe his fantasies of wealth and power, from island retreats to scuba diving with Navy Seals. He also takes aim at people who he feels are fake or shallow, calling out drug users and materialistic posers. The song ends on a defiant note, with Pras declaring that he won't sell out or betray his principles even in the face of pressure or temptation.
Line by Line Meaning
Uh, yeah
Introduction to the song
Yo, yo, yo it's so amazin how I be blazin
It's amazing how I'm successful and always on the go
from the four seasons to you at the days in
From luxurious life to the most basic one
Where you lay at on the cages?
Asking about when someone is trapped or imprisoned
I comin with a cannon, two guns blazin, purple hazin
Entering with all guns blazing and slightly high
My shine can be appraised, my tongue radiate
I have great talent and charm
orchard violent rays, why you stower in the off broke and paid
I am successful and rich, while you remain poor
Singin your heart out, oh happy days, I'm movin on up
You may be happy where you are, but I aim for greater heights
Damn, I wish I had it made, ran on your parade
I want to be very successful, even if it ruins someone's plans
make you exchange at the word trade
I can manipulate or deceive you for profit
Dig son, your whole couldn't add up to my half
You're not comparable to my skills or achievements
I'll count your funds yeah, like third grade math
I can easily calculate your money or success
Blast to your path every mornin I break flags
I disrupt your routine or plans every day
Dirty cash always find a way to get stash
I always find ways to get rich, no matter how shady
From Italy to the deepest alley
From the richest to the poorest places
up to the highest mountains of the Himalayas
Covering the highest grounds possible
I put that on a stack of bibles so I stack a prayers
I swear by my faith and promise to work hard
Yo democrat block, must get shot
I disrespect democrats and claim they deserve punishment
Believe me not go ask Pac Prodock
If you don't believe me, ask other people
Scream on the crew when you don't know how
You criticize the team without knowing what they do
Shiver liner got, rhymes in every single cloud, cause what
I have rhymes and skills in every aspect
(Chorus: Pras)
For the love of this, I give my life a diss
And for the love of this, I send my last wish
For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop?
You see I will do anything but I won't do that
I love hip hop and will do anything for it, except betraying it
(Sniff Coke) won't do that (slang dope) can't do that
I won't consume drugs for gaining success or respect
(Get out the car) shouldn't do that (take off your rope) why do that?
I won't flee a situation that I created, but wouldn't take off my clothes for others to see
(Feel the gun smoke bloaw!)
Do you hear me baby
I threaten to harm or attack, do you understand?
Yo, I got no life to spare, no time to bear
No TL care, I'm single like a stair
I don't have extra time or care, and don't have anyone to care or share with
I can feel it in the air comin everywhere
I sense success approaching fast
Twenty years from now, I'm gonna be a billionaire
I predict to become very wealthy in the future
Red for the on the island M-I sicky underwear
I wear fancy red underwear
Leavin all the BS elsewhere, I swear
I promise to never let problems bother me and leave them behind
Black you out make you see the boat like Noah
I dazzle or make you faint, like Noah's boat
There's nothin here for y'all, glasses like Coca-Cola
There's nothing to gain for you here, it's a waste of time
Mix-a-Mack make em see there's not enough buildings
My skills make people realize there's room for improvement
Not ever since when I drop by these flash un a peepin
People notice me when I enter the scene
No reef thugin more caffeine than tryin
No one works harder or is more skilled than I am
Spread the love yeah to all my beloved
I spread love and positivity to everyone I care about
High speed chasin, low pro pursue
I'm fast and productive, but not publicly visible
Black shoes important, soldiers come Bay Root
Wearing fancy black shoes, like soldiers in Bay Root
So look to my troops and the stolen Coupes
Look at my team and fast cars that we stole
Here's the gun don't talk about it, just get up and shoot (stop it)
Stop talking about violence, and start performing it
Hold up son, let me set up the pace
Wait a minute, let me direct the situation
I'm that cattle in the race on the Human Race
I'm a strong competitor in the race of life
Don't call me Human, call me Lou-man
I'm not an ordinary person, call me Lou-man
Like par, move your record company under ?You-Hah?
I advise you to move your record label under my name
Family business FR to snitches
I prioritize family over its disloyal individuals
I'm down with M.O.B. yeah Money over Bitches
I prefer wealth over women who are only after money
For the love of this I'll paint myself green
I'll do anything for the love of hip hop
Within myself in the Corrine, Pras Most Wanted
I'm the most wanted hip hop artist in my own mind
Last seen with Sister Morphine
Last time I was seen with Sister Morphine (drug reference)
Scuba Diving with the Navy Seals in the Yellow Submarine
I'm doing dangerous activities with Navy Seals in a yellow submarine
Headed for, the Philippines, microphone fiend with are regain green
I'm going to the Philippines, where I perform with great skill
It burns when I eat tangerine, wash it down with a cup of Gasoline
I'm so powerful and adrenaline junkie that I can handle anything
Burn into flames, like your actress said Ilene
I'll burn anyone like Ilene (actress) said
Supreme Dream Team, musical machine, money makin machine
I'm part of an excellent music team and wealth generation machine
Walk through the Desert butt-naked with a inch of canteen
I can survive in the desert only with a little water
Slappin it, rapper'll be like nah mean?
I'm so strong and skillful, rappers will never match me
Got nothin but a piggy in a tree, to what I shoot and some washed out jeans
I have minimal possessions but still have my gun and jeans
Headin for the stars word, word to God
I'm determined to succeed and swear by God
Watchin every move placin all my cards
I'm cautious and strategic, planning every move
The game'll soon come like the aliens
Something big is about to happen, like an alien invasion
Everybody runnin, sayin that's the one
Everyone acknowledges me and my achievements
(I sell Crack) won't do that (peel on your back) can't do that
I won't sell drugs or reveal my personal secrets
(Here comes the Gat) shouldn't do that (if you want to lay flat) why do that?
You shouldn't threaten me with a gun, and I don't want violence
Yo, come on, do you hear me baby (hear me baby)
Listen to me carefully, can you understand me?
98-99, yeah, yeah, (*Dirty said several times*) Cash haha
Song was written in 1998-1999, a reference to lyrics said before
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: MICHEL
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