Listen to Da Cypha (Album Version) song with lyrics from Wyclef Jean

Da Cypha (Album Version)

Wyclef Jean, Supreme C, Marie Antoinette, Hope22 Aug 2000

Da Cypha (Album Version) Lyrics

Da Cypha (Album Version) - Wyclef Jean (韦克莱夫·让)/Supreme C/Marie Antoinette/Hope (霍普·桑多瓦尔)

Written by:Wyclef Jean/Supreme C/Jerry Duplessis/Hugo Peretti/George David Weiss/Luigi Creatore/Hope Harris/Marie Wright

Yo 1 2 1 2


The clef is back with some adjustments


Refugee camp


Yo you see them refugees right there they goin in the car


Keys they goin in the trunk


Fiends they don't give a uh

And flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this

You still gon be found in a ditch

My name should be robin banks the way I be robbin banks

I'm a fiend for the s500 I want it

Used to stay high and blunted but all that had to stop

Chick like me be chasin after cops

And they don't stop at my block after the diallo shootin

Soldiers in waitin marksmen recruitin

Salutin thug confederates rhyme and reason

Time and treatin air force one we leavin

Panama red holdin 52 hands for ransom

My man johnny handsome itchin to cancel 'em

I'm like hold up wait a minute let's get down to buisness

We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished

Blah blah I got two hours to kill

We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel

Supreme c been after mean figures ask my lil ni**a

Since back in the days before he was raised

Ain't nobody puttin fear in my heart who need a jumpstart

My art sharp shoot your posse apart

Ni**a take you on one by one gun by gun

Son by son done by done

Whoever come murder fest one of the best

I'm gettin assets collect a** bets squat by your address

I come to kick it wit you walk beans stickin wit you

Why try to hide from accomplice vibe

Yo we break bread break heads my people shake feds

Gamble and scramble f what your man do

It's all about this husltin game muscle and fame

Tussels in rain take aim blush you with game

My language is unexplainable switch changeable

And I stay remaindable with bigger guns aimed at you


Keys they goin in the trunk


Fiends they don't give a uh

I run up in da cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm

A python with poisonous charm extending my arm

Pushing figures way to the back

Out of your reach excessive like fatal attract

Freeze a renegade bar stroke an ace of spades

I'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played

Made woman you never in bed with the same woman

You say you want it you don't wanna see the omen

When my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy water

I don't wanna die cuz I'm my daddy's only daughter

But yo sometimes I see the writin on the wall

You know the ghetto testaments the shootouts the brawls

Close frames in the hall will you stand or will you fall

Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all

About the night shifters me I'mma cypher drifter

My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes


Keys they goin in the trunk


Fiends they don't give a uh


Keys they goin in the trunk


Fiends they don't give a uh

October 31st I was standing by the sour

These thugs don't wanna talk they want these pumas I just bought

Fresh outta school picked on cuz I'm bilingual

I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal

Ran in the grocery store spoke to gabriel

He said you have problems here's a feezy from israel

Ran back outside just before I could say another homicide

Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like jesse owens

Police showed up but I was nowhere in existence

Back in the crib thinkin bout what I just did

I'ma police of defense but I'm bound to catch this bid

My hypothesis was right they knocked the door homie

Like a super in the projects wantin rent money

Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states

Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape

Bodies found in virginia under the dumpsters no

18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto'

Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door

No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote

And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it

For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper

And everytime I wave and spit the crowd jump

Cuz I'm still digital underground like humpty hump

Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks

I ain't even kriss kross my clothes yet

And yet y'all wanna jump jump in da cypha jump jump


You in da cypha


Keys they goin in the trunk


Fiends they don't give a uh


Stay in the house when you hear


It means the murder's outside you hear


Where the real killers at you hear


Honey who chill with the gats you hear


Yo don't talk crap man


Just cuz your girl's wit you man


Cuz both o y'all gon go man


To a place where no man knows man


Femme fatale hope


Supreme C kinda d**e

Marie antoinette in the back with the techs


Y'all know the flavor refugee camp


***Lyrics are from third-parties***