Wyclef Jean, Nitty Kutchie - Inspired By ASAP Ferg lyrics

Neva know ah who de run come dis
Ah chat bout dem nine welcome increase
We de refugee, we nuh fear no sound
Man ah bad man, man ah bad man so

Fly with the Gods, 12 is the tribe
Lion of Judah, David is the star
Wyclef the name, born in Port-au-Prince
Prince turned king, lions hit the fence
They try to maneuver the cougar
J edgar Hoover hit me with the tranquilizer
Akon, I was tryna bring light
To the tribe of Levi bring sight
Because I was raised in a zoo in Osirus
Seen niggas steal more gold than the pirates
Gone til November I was out of my mind
Should of been selling paintings like
JJ from Good Times
40 acres and a mule dangled on my chain
Once they killed Radio Raheem
All that changed bang, bang, son of pain

Brother of Cain
Jealousy turn that boy savage
No passion for the Christ

Ride with the goat, 12 is the tribe
Lion of Judah, David is the star
Wyclef the name, born in Port-au-Prince
Prince turned king, lions hit the fence
Ride with the goat, 12 is the tribe
Lion of Judah, David is the star
Wyclef the name, born in Port-au-Prince
Prince turned king, my lions hit the fence
New Jack City boy, Nino Brown
I was raised with the shottas
They don't fuck around
Do whatever it takes, to grab you herb gates
You got the juice but she gone
Kiss your momma at the wake
Just call me Haitian Sinatra
'Cause most of my homies they Cosa Nostra
But, I'm more like Sammy
Davis when pressure advance
Because the more they ask questions
The more I tap dance if it was his fault
This music don't know what happened
When I was playing Jimi Hendrix
They jammed up Manhattan

And most of my people in immigration
You know how many Zoe's
I know facing deportation (a lot)
You know how hard I had
To work to get acclamation
Thought I was a sucker cause
I wasn't drug trafficking
Ride with the goat, 12 is the tribe
Lion of Judah, David is the star
Wyclef the name, born in Port-au-Prince
Prince turned king, lions hit the fence
Ride with the goat, 12 is the tribe
Lion of Judah, David is the star
Wyclef the name, born in Port-au-Prince
Prince turned king, now my guitar gone sing

Soundboy ah hype up and ah send death threat
But none ah dem nuh know wah
Dem a found out dead
If you have dem on a big curfew
Man ah bad man so squeezing OJ one at a time
Locked dem away when the sun don't shine
Now they crying
Now they begging for their lives