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Ready or Not
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Killing me softly
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Fu-Gee-La
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Killing Me Softly with His Song
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No Woman, No Cry
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How Many Mics
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Zealots
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The Score
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Family Business
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The Beast
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Cowboys
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The Mask
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Red Intro
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Mista Mista
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Manifest/Outro
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Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Remix)
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No Woman No Cry
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Nappy Heads
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Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie mix)
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Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Global mix)
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Vocab
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Nappy Heads (remix radio edit)
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Introduction
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Boof Baf
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Recharge
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Some Seek Stardom
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Temple
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No Woman, No Cry - Edited Album Version
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Fu-Gee-La - Sly & Robbie Mix
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Vocab (Refugees Hip Hop Remix)
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Blunted Interlude
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Refugees on the Mic
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Freestyle Interlude
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Giggles
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Nappy Heads (remix)
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Harlem Chit Chat Interlude
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No Woman, No Cry - L.P. Version
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Fu-Gee-La - Refugee Camp Global Mix
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Ready Or Not (Salaam's Ready For The Show Remix)
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Living Like There Ain't No Tomorrow
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Da Kid From Haiti Interlude
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Vocab - Refugees Hip Hop Remix
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Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Mix)
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Ready Or Not (Clark Kent/Django Remix)
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How Hard Is It?
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Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes
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Ooh La la la
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Vocab (Refugee Hip Hop Remix)
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Fu-Gee-La - Refugee Camp Remix
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Shout Outs From the Block
Yes it's the Fugees, outsiders
You want to be a cowboy?
Everybody get your guns
And meet me outside right now
(Oleheee)
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab the gun boys
(Oleheee)
Forty-five by my side
Do we live no nigger dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet
But the bullet went desperado
(Do work for new boy)
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
Wyclef
Pacewon
Yo this was how the West was won
Our motto, a true Desperado
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James character
And get they bones fractured
You ain't got no guns
You off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
Thrown off the building like the Fall guy
Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave
Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pacewon dies with both eyes on the jackpot
The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher
If you see him coming, you better start running
Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming
Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights
(Oleheee)
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab the gun boys
(Oleheee)
Forty-five by my side
Do we live no nigger dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah Digga likes the roaches
If anyone approaches
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