It also topped the Top R&B/Hip-hop Albums chart for eight weeks, becoming the longest running number-one for a hip-hop group, and topped the 1996 year-end chart. Upon its release, The Score was a commercial success, peaking at the number-one spot on the Billboard 200, and becoming the third best selling album of 1996. Most versions of the album feature four bonus tracks, including three remixes of "Fu-Gee-La", and a short acoustic Wyclef Jean solo track entitled "Mista Mista".
The album's guest verses are from Outsidaz members Rah Digga, Young Zee, and Pacewon, as well as Omega, John Forté, and Diamond D. Primarily, The Score's production was handled by the Fugees themselves, Jerry Duplessis and Warren Riker, with additional production from Salaam Remi, John Forté, Diamond D, and Shawn King. The album features a wide range of samples and instrumentation, with many aspects of alternative hip-hop that would come to dominate the hip-hop music scene in the mid-late 1990s. The Score was released worldwide on February 13, 1996, on Columbia Records.
Fugees the score lyrics song full#
Wyclef the multi-talentedAverage heads can't handle itI'll bring it to you liveOnly if you want it.Me and my guitar go back like the days of the rmc'sThe w-y-c-l-e-f, wyclefThrough any contestI'm victoriousStill keep it real, if you will and manifestThrough your skills, not by how many shells you peel.I'm a bring down the ruckusPlay the nutcrackerRough-neck rednecks make me no botherTime after time, ask cyndi lauper,Boss, you don't want to fuckk with my partnersMotion, commotion, what's your proposalUphold two-fold, the crew is disposalLike utensil, false idental,I autograph my lyrics with a number 2 pencilI'm the l, won't you pull itStraight to the headWith the speed of a bulletCuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gulletLyrical sedative, keep niggas medativeHead rushers I give to creative kids and fiendsDreams of euphoria,Aurora,To another galaxyPhallic-syBe this microphone, but get liftedLyrically I'm giftedBurn on in without the roach clip (it)Henders, mind-benderPleasure sender,So frequently your nerve endings belong to meWrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smokeWack niggas chokeFrom the fumes that I emote,Or emit shitSee even I feel the mahogany lNatural hallucinogenTurning boys to men againWith estrogen dreamsRelease blues, yellows and greensFrom brownsville to queensI creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swiftI'm more magnificent than lee van cliffYou stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riffAnd start flakin' like dandruff.C'mon son my steelo's tightCause by far I'm the best producer on the micOn the right, analytical conceptionsWith precision and leave lyrical incisions.The Score is the second and final studio album by the hip hop trio Fugees.
Look into the rhymeRum to the rippleSing boo,But at times I come in triple.Blaow, blaow put the heater to your headNow your dead.Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead.Raaaaah, raaaahLet me attack just like the black catYou in the wrong neighborhood, check the map.Hooo, you've got to go for backupTo do what you gotta do.So you'll be back with france cuTraitor in your crew is mafo heatPut the poison in your teaAnd kill the toad, but I'll be back with the centipedeI'm on some new technique, drunken bambooAwoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what.Competition, stimulation for the rap manLosers check your tootersWhile I'm suckin' on your girls hooters.Don't play macho, while you got the gunCause if you got to reload.
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