Refugees yo.. all you say
    [Wyclef Jean]
  Dirty Dirty Dirty South
  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
  Sold my first A-K
  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
  (What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
  (New York city y'all) Police are at the door
  the Magnum was by the ashtray
  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
  with Thug Angels singin, sayin
    [background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
  {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
  -uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
    [Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)]
  So you wanna be a thug?
  To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs?
  To all my thugs in Memphis, you want the cars in the videos?
  To the Jacksonville Thug Angels, let me tell you how it really goes
    [Wyclef Jean]
  I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta
  Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that "Sound of Da Police", should I pull over?
  He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder
  His face was, pale and long - he looked like cold day in December
  Now let me ask the truth or somethin -
  should I slow down and be a good camper?
  I heard a young thug scream,
  "It depends what you got in the beamer!!"
  Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America
  Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco
  and get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer
  Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
  If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday
  Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday
  Now I got to spend a week hangin in the South in jail
  but you told me that crime pay
    [Wyclef Jean]
  The Dirty Dirty Dirty South
  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
  Sold my first A-K
  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
  (What about Brooklyn?) They need to chill with the gun play
  (Hey) Police are at the door
  the Magnum was by the ashtray
  (New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface
  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
  with Thug Angels singin, sayin
    [background harmonizing - repeat 2X]
  {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
  -uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
    [Wyclef Jean] - (over harmonizing)
  So you wanna be a thug?
  My thugs in Chicago, you wan' push drugs?
  My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos?
  To V-A and D.C., St. Louis, Miami
    [Wyclef Jean]
  So you a killer, how many people did you kill?
  You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a?
  For'realla, used to sell crack on the hill-a
  Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla
  You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla
  Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your four-fifth-a
  It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma
  So say your prayers, and give my regards to the undertaker
    [Wyclef Jean]
  At the Dirty Dirty Dirty South
  I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
  Sold my first A-K
  I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
  (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill with the gun play
  (New York City y'all) Police are at the door
  the Magnum was by the ashtray
  (Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out like Scarface
  He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
  with Thug Angels singin, sayin
    [background harmonizing - repeat 4X]
  {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh-
  -uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..}
    [Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)]
  So you wanna be a thug?
  To my thugs in Tampa, you wan' push drugs?
  To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?
  To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina
  Let me tell you how it really goes
  So you wanna be a thug?
  To my thugs in A-T-L, you wan' push drugs?
  To my thugs livin in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?
  Thug Angels in the Birmingham
  Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go!
    [Wyclef - with voice box effect]
  Watch out, for the beasts
  Watch out, if you got a seed homie
  cause you don't want your kids growin up
  thinkin they never had no daddy
    Big Pun, rest in peace forever
  Bronx, pour some liqour, AHHH
  Slang Tom, rest in peace
  Police is in the news, watch yourself
  Y'all saw what they did to Diallo
    [some man complaining]
  Yeah you betta turn music down! I call 911!
    [Wyclef Jean]
  You gon' do WHAT?
  WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder
  WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep
  WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin
  WAIT! Eastern Parkway
    [Haitian singing to end]