text: I need a break beat, uh
  I need a break beat, uh
  I need a break beat, uh
  Yo, a for the kids in the club thats ready to get bugged
  And for the thugs with the burners that wanna blast off
  And for the kids on the blocks, shootin at the crooked cops—blaow!
   Wyclef
   Dirty Cash
   Young Free, Freddie where you at?
  Some cat up in Brooklyn just got robbed with a Kangol
  
  My man got shot, and the block got hot
  Yo, hey I hear more shots, this is like Fort Knox, kid
  Yo, hold your breath 
  Hold your breath 
  Hold your breath 
  Yo, check it
  If youre a soldier at ease
  My military style is known to murder Nazis
  Brooklyn to Germany come on
  My kamikaze will blow the U2
  They hire Idi Amin in Timbuktu
  Whether you Hindu, or do the Voodoo
  You cant foresee this unless I bring the previews, yeah, yeah
  Yo, its the number one rappin band 
  Yo, this review will be critically acclaimed
  Leave you in critical pain, clinically insane
  The name Wyclef Jean, with a yes, yes yall
  Better have a vest yall, Ill blast, and bless yall 
  F-yall, the mark of the beast, the triple six
  Time running out, listen to the tick 
  If you see what I saw, then you seen what I seen
  If you know what I know, you know what I mean 
  Commanding officer of the Navy SEAL team
  Once I give the orders, you feel the infrared beam Blaow!
  For all you critics, sayin another remake
  Yo, if you know the deal, this is the master reel, kid
   
   Right
   Right
   Freddie Mercury, where you at yo?
   
  I need a break yo
  If youre ready for the first of the month
  For that welfare check, come on 
  I need a break beat
  I need a break beat
  Yo, bulletproof vests, like the wild, wild west
  Yo, this is a stickup, now take off your Rolex
  Yo, dirty money, good money, yo its all money-money
  Yo, Dirty Cash 
  Dirty Cash 
  The adventures of Dirty Cash 
  Yo, for the love for the cash, Ill blast you in my path
  Keep my eyes on the math, you cats dont know the half 
  As far as Im concerned, you cats can burn in flames
  This aint no game, Imma start callin names 
  So come get me, if you know the one-fifty
  A million refugees ready to bust with me 
  Bloody, filthy, in this rap shhh—
  You gonna have to kill me, since you cant beat me 
  Pras, Dirty, Cash, youre the greedy
  Believe me, you gotta let me fly like R. Kelly 
  Bite another dust with my man Freddie Mercury
  What height nineties got ya cash, wannabe crazy 
  Yo, I know you wanna see the Can-I-Bus bite the dust
  So you could bury my body below the Earths crust 
  But Im a Small Soldier, to stay as focused
  With guts, I rip the scab off of layin the cut 
  Im an extraordinary military mercenary
  Searchin for extra intelligence like steady 
  My rhymes cut through the radio waves like machetes
  The predator becomes the prey in the Serengeti 
  I breach national security purposely
  To safely return the statue of Freddy Mercury 
  Verbally, Wyclef, Pras and Free
  Holdin it down for the Refugee Navy SEALs Team 
  Practically, I tactically destroy
  Deploy more decoys than a presidential convoy 
  My whole envoy stay camouflaged out
  And when I walk the street, I take the refugee route 
  This one go out to all my thugs in the borough
  Soldiers stay thorough, like Kilamanjaro 
  Split it with an arrow, my girl platoon roll
  Outta control, the female Mandingos 
  Free, I evolve from the egg of a seminarian
  Dont go down, cause Im a vegetarian 
  And when I bust, it aint in God we trust
  And if you bring a gun, you better bring a black tusk 
  She looked into my eyes and said FBI
   
  She said she loved me, she was a spy who lied
   Right
  I could relate, could you relate?
  Jerry Wonda, The Product 
  Yo, Canibus, John Forté 
   Yo, Dirty Cash, and baby Free
   Wyclef Jean
   Freddie Mercury, ha-ha
  Im out baby
  Navy SEALs!