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Fugees - Mista Mista lyrics
[CLEF] 
 I woke up this morning 
 I was feeling kind of high 
 It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie 
 Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high, 
 Jah Rhastafari, 
 Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto, 
 Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 
 disciples 
 Give me a clue who could do this to you? 
 The kid on the block who makes less money than you. 
 Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver 
 All he got to do is deliver the savior 
 Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck 
 My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up 
 The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest 
 I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest 
 Father if possible, pass this cup before me, 
 But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane. 
 [LAURYN] 
 You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned 
 I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned 
 And time it turned, 
 He tried to burn me like a perm 
 Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn 
 From um, some, dumb woman, was I, 
 And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die. 
 My heart must have died a thousand deaths Fugees - Mista Mista - http://motolyrics.com/fugees/mista-mista-lyrics.html
 Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath 
 Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest 
 I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest 
 Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest 
 Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less 
 when my peoples would protest, 
 I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex 
 More than just the sex 
 I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed 
 I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test 
 I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette 
 But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST 
 [PRAZ] 
 Gun-clap Shell cap, 
 Got them crawling on they back 
 Come through with the Fu 
 They be who the F**k is that 
 It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu 
 Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil 
 Lethal injection, witness protection 
 Refugee camp's under investigation 
 Gunshot bursts in all directions 
 For the wack MC's we read your revelations 
 Discharge through your pores 
 Get raw and kill Boors 
 I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour 
 Some manifest, with slugs in they chest 
 God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West














