The Fray - Ready or Not

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"Ready Or Not"

(originally by The Fugees)

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill]

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 

[erse One: Wyclef]

Now that I escape sleep walk away 

those who convolate knows the world they hate 

Jails bars ain't golden gates 

those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate if I could rule the world

Everyone who have a gun and together of course we'd get the up in our their horse 

I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine 

I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased 

but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep 

thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK 

Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag 

I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad 

Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit 

My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist 

I think not, I send a letter to my friends 

A born again, hooligan only to be king again 

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Lauryn Hill]

yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess 

where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less 

I must confess my destany's manifest 

to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like I'm homeless 

Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess 

capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES! 

Bless you if you represent the FU 

but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do 

Voodo, I could what you do, EASY! 

Believe me, frontin' niggaz 

gives me heebe-geebes 

so why you imitatin' Al Capone 

I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone 

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Lauryn Hill]

You can't run away from these styles I got 

Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah... 

Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know 

Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no... 

[Verse Three: Pras]

Ready or not, refugees taking over 

The buffalo soldier, dread like rasta 

On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber 

crews went for cover now they under pushin' up flowers 

Superfly, true lies do or dies 

toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille 

I refugee from Guatanamo Bay, 

dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay 

[Chorus]

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