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- 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
- 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 could rule 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 bout the robbery that I did last week
- Money in the bag, 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
- 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
- I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest
- No stress, if you don't smoke sess, lest
- I must 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, easy, believe me
- Fronting niggas 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 can't hide
- Gonna find you and take it slowly
- You can't run away
- From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby
- Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
- And anywhere you go
- My whole crew's gonna know baby, hey baby
- You can't hide from the block, oh no
- Ready or not, refugees taking over
- The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
- On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
- Crews run for cover, now they're under 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
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