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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
(Intro: Wyclef Jean)
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there
To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant
Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'?
I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Wyclef Jean)
If you wanna snap (SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK)
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
Cause this, some the cemetary's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in their property
Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son
I heard him cursin' the essence of the, the (PAUSE) committed the crime
But ah, murder got no time
The country has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin' to fight for
I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke
I look in through microscope, for my country and the hurt
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope
Figure or Dundee, the-riginal Malcom X
Swing like the ki's, so should I put on David Tomerfest
Though I'm humberlicious strugglin' to jump
Let me blow her upper-her bubble in your face - that'cha ego!
Aiyyo, freeze-funk, you got to stay stable
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival
When will he come, what will he do, what will he say?
That's all a mystery, but have your hand grenade
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