Released: June 24, 1997

Featuring: Lauryn Hill

Songwriter: Lauren Hill Wyclef Jean

Producer: Wyclef Jean

[Intro: Wyclef Jean]
Yo yes yes yo
Lock your doors, die, lock your doors, yo
Die, lock your doors, die, lock your doors
Lock your doors, die, lock your doors, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die
Die, die

[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean & Lauren Hill]
I remember comin' from Haiti growin' up in Brooklyn
On Flatbush got my first sneakers tooken
Learn the game quick so I got my first device
Mom moved to Jers' so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good times found myself like Jimmie Walker sayin' "Cello"
Yellow cheese bus gettin' beatings if I cuss
Lay away another day in stripped Lees and Le Tigres
But the lyrical bomber momma tried to stop
Paranoid cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
I use to push up on a girl Salt 'N' Peppa Push It Push It
D's in school cause the music was my focus
Jokes in class but when I learned I didn't pass
I knew it was my ass with my mothers leather lash
Belt buckle said Nelly Nel similar to Melle Mel
Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells
As the tale gets poetic watch the streets turn magnetic
Tawana Brawley's rape is alleged
Hang out in hooky places watch streets corners turn to oasis
Young men aspire to be Scarfaces

[Chorus: Lauren Hill]
In the year of the dragon lots of men disappear
Quiet as it's kept they won't be back next year

[Interlude: Wyclef Jean]
Yo yo watch out for the black van
Yo yo (last days last days)
Planes exploding, yo close your door
Yo, nobody's safe, Halloween, October 31st
Yo, close your door, yo, kids are disappearing, yo

[Verse 2: Wyclef Jean]
Late at night the light was bright on the [ave]
I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him on the train
He pulled his gun and aimed and started firing like the son of Kane
I saw civilians runnin' for their life
Like the devil on judgment night running from Christ
Ice and Amaretto please as I fell to my knees
Being shot by Ferguson the vigilante

[Chorus: Lauren Hill]
In the year of the dragon lots of men disappear
Quiet as it's kept they won't be back next year

[Interlude: Wyclef Jean]
So CNN nawhatI'msayin?
Ferguson is at court and he's his own lawyer
Youknowmean what's goin' on
Talk to me, this is definitely the last days
Jewish calendar has already arrived the year 2000.
Watch ya back watch ya back watch ya back
Die, die, die, die

[Verse 3: Lauryn Hill]
Clef it kind of remind me of this chick I once knew
Use to be a dime now she's strung out in Bellevue
See the serpent played tricks run game like the Knicks
Build you up just to lose the championship
I seen her reminisce over Wu-Tang could It Be that Simple
She lost her Prince cause there were Thieves In the Temple
Tragic depression made her lose all her teeth
Lost and turned out gave her body to the streets
Sweet Mary don't you weep
Still water runs deep
So be careful of the company you keep

[Chorus: Lauren Hill]
In the year of the dragon lots of men disappear
Quiet as it's kept they won't be back next year

[Ourto: Wyclef Jean]
Yo, I'm frustrated youknowhatI'mean?
Use to work at McDonalds, just got fired
If I get in, I'm sprayin' everybody the boss, the manager
Yo, these are definitely the last days
Yo, here he comes with his gun, yo, duck duck
Black Panther, yo, nobody's protected
Yo, 6-6-6 watch your back, don't get caught in the rapture
Yo, AIDS, Moses the plague watch your back
Pharaoh, let my people go
Yo, watch your back, last days
Last days, nobody's protected
Yo, my little, sister is Rosey Sharen
Yo, yo, nobody's protected, not even Rosey Sharen
Nobody's protected, yo, you come try to get my sister I'ma get you first
I'ma be driving a hearse 'cause nobody's protected

Wyclef Jean

Wyclef ‘Clef’ Jean is a Haiti-born, Brooklyn-raised Grammy-winning artist and rapper. He used to be part of a rap group called Fugees with comrades Lauryn Hill and Pras.