Even at the peak of Fugeemania (96), no one was exactly on the edge of their seats for a Pras solo LP. But 10 years later, after one hit (Ghetto Superstar), a failed solo album named after that hit and an unpromising acting career in movies like Turn It Up and Nora's Hair Salon, the refugee camp's third wheel comes full circle with the atrocious Win Lose Or Draw. The production, which often clings desperately to the Fugees' eclectic hiphop style, is generally impotent, uninspired and at times borderline adult contemporary (e.g. the Shaggy-esque cover of U2's I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For). His flow is still nursery-rhyme-structured, and while Sean Paul and Spragga Benz rescue one song (Dance Hall), even Wyclef, who could once prop things up with a cameo, does nothing for this continued proof of Pras's purposelessness.