Wyclef Jean

Wyclef Jean - The Industry (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]

Wyclef AKA Preacher's son

Comeback with The Sword of Damocles, help them Jabba

Wyclef AKA Preacher's Son

Words from the belly of the beast

I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die

In the words of Scarface, again

I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die

Let's go, brrrup!!!

[Verse 1]

Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot

And they both still were rulers of hip hop

And Puffy and Suge was roomates from college

And Big L never got found in the alley

And Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies

Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50

Hey! And Benzino shook hands with Eminem

And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim

And sometimes when I sleep, yeah, that's when I wake up

Yeah, I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn't break up

When they walked into the studio I prayed they didn't spray

Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!)

I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die

In the words of Scarface lord

I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die

Balong, balong, balong, whoa whoa whoa!

[Chorus]

Shots go off, mother's cry

Death since rise, homicide

Black on black crime needs to stop

You can't blame it on the game of hip hop

Cause what we say is what we see

What we see is reality

The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow

And they not promised tomorrow

[Verse 2]

Yeah! Hey!

Imagine if Big Pun was still alive

I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad

Imagine if there were still four survivors still in Destiny's Child

And TLC never lost they Left Eye

Imagine Refugees never needin a passport

John Forte never at Newark Airport

The Million Man March, man, that was a start

Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park

When the revolution start y'all 'gon have to play this

Free Slick Rick he can't get deported

I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die

In the words of Scarface lord

I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die

Balong, balong, balong, whoa whoa whoa!

[Chorus]

Shots go off, mother's cry

Death since rise, homicide

Black on black crime needs to stop

You can't blame it on the game of hip hop

Cause what we say is what we see

What we see is reality

The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow

And they not promised tomorrow

[Verse 3]

Yeah! Yo!

In the club never though Shyne shot the gun

But in the limosine JLO had to run

Paparazzi snap a shot through the mirror

That's when I saw a smile from Princess Diana

Back and forth and forth and back

Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her

The war goes on with The ROC and The Lox

Murder INC, G- Unit it's a fight to the top

Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah

While they get the cover of a magazine we got to die

We got to die, we got to die, we got to die

Lord we got to die, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa

[Chorus]

Shots go off, mother's cry

Death since rise, homicide

Black on black crime needs to stop

You can't blame it on the game of hip hop

Cause what we say is what we see

What we see is reality

The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow

And they not promised tomorrow

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