Text: The Fugees. The Score. Mista Mista.

Mista mista, can I get five dollars
So I can get something to eat?
Hell no motherfucka
You can't get no money from me

'Cause every time I give you a dollar
You go get shot up with more and more needles
And you tell me that you're drug free, drug free

Mista mista, I haven't ate anything for a week
Can I get a quarter?
Hell no motherfucka
What can a quarter get you? Nothing motherfucka

You are just fucked up
Off them fucked up drugs
You know you need to fuckin' leave alone
But you keep telling me that you're drug free, motherfucka

You ain't drug free, you're a fiend
And every time I try to help you
You pretend as if it's okay
Then later on in the week

You go back to shootin' needles, to sniffin'
Oh motherfucka, but you told me you were drug free, drug free
You ain't drug free motherfucka
So you damn well, can't get no motherfuckin' money from me