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Artist: Fugees
Song: Ready Or Not
Album: The Score

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you, and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you, and make you want me

[Wyclef]
Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake
Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
Jail bars ain't golden gates, those who fake, they break
when they meet their 400 pound mate (if I ruled the world)
Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course
When giddyuping on their horse
I kick a rhyme, drinking moonshine
I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep
thinking about the robbery that I did last week
Money in the bag, the banker looked like a drag
I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad
Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit
my girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist
I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends
a born-again hooligan, only to be king again

[Lauryn]
I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest
No stress, if you don't smoke sess, lest
I muss confess, my destiny's manifest
in some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess, capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, YES
Bless you if you represent the Fu, but I'll hex you
With some witch's brew if you're Doo Doo, Voodoo
I can do what you do, easily, BELIEVE ME
Fronting niggaz give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone

**Ready or not, here I come, you cant hide
Gonna find you, and take it slowly
You cant run away from these styles I've got
Oh baby, hey baby, 'cause I've got a lot, oh yeah
And anywhere you go, my whole crew's gonna know
You cant hide from the block, oh no**

[Pras]
Ready or not, refugees taking over
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover, now they're pushing up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die
toss me high - only puff la
With my crew from lock high, I refugee from Guantanamo bay
dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay

**Chorus** [x3]