Wyclef Jean - It's Yours lyrics

[Pace] Yo, huh? .. What? [Jean] It's your/it's your/it's your - it's yours! [Pacewon] You have now entered the realm of the Pacewon zone Where the rudebwoys rule and the pussies run home Or the shots that ring out, or the a** I done beat n***as don't wanna bring out the bad side of me I rolled on your set, you poets need practice MC's like rugs; I walk on these rappers Huh - heads or tails, I flip pennies Uptown buyin hydro with counterfeit twenties Soldier, take control of Your body and your mind like yoga, play you like poker Black like Roker; cops press charges But my lawyer get me over - more blunts to roll up [Hook: Wyclef Jean] The streets ain't safe at night (it ain't safe) The gangs come out at night (they come out) Stick-up kids get robbed tonight (you get robbed) The innocent get raped at night (innocent get raped) Even on Halloween; when the fiends Come out with paper bags and tight jeans Askin for credit? You can forget it! North, South, East, West! ... Yo, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up It's your/it's your/it's your - it's yours! [Pacewon] Pacewon in a rush ta, bust off loads Really with d**, sendin +Thugs+ to the "Crossroads" Goin to war with my four-fifth and more clips Than the ghetto got poor kids, welfare and orphans Top seeded; pissed like a boxer When his nose start bleedin, movin on heathens Lockin up BM's - me Zee and Ra three Immortal rap beings, don't catch feelings Mr. Perfect, cause a disturbance Like the Rodney King verdict Violent like your father when he drunk off bourbon Money s** and burners Before you walk the streets make sure you got insurance [Hook] [Pacewon] Hey-a, praise-the, Pa-cer I-got, fatter bags of raps than your local 2-for-5 spot Wanna bust me but can't cause you Krusty Like a clown from the Simpsons.. Kids like you go up in flames like instant, better stay distant Cash your chips in, or die like Richard Nixon Deep don't sleep as much as I need to Pacewon I stick to my guns like M.O.P. do Rap ciphers, graffiti, lighters Feel the packed pistols, love the Outsidaz The streets is on fire, rawness, flawless Kickin chumps dead in the chest like Chuck Norris Shoot at the beast, Crooked I to East Orange We ready to rock, my block the hardcorest Money and s**, d** you better learn this Before you walk the streets make sure you got insurance [Hook] [Wyclef] It's yours! It's your/it's your/it's your - it's yours! [Wyclef] It's yours! It's your/it's your/it's your - it's yours! [Wyclef] It's yours! It's your/it's your/it's your - it's yours! [Hook] - to fade