[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill]
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Ready Or Not (9x)...
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[Lauryn Singing]
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You can't run away
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From these styles I got oh baby,
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hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah
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Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
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Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh yeah!
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[Wyclef - Verse One]
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Yo! Now that I escape, selling five million plates
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My beeper vibrates, like California earthquakes
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But I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're not
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M.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox
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Still ichi bang, wack M.C.'s get the gong!
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Lyrical tongue
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Wireless mics from Samsung
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Wyclef, seduced once by an actress
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Angela Basset wanted the head of Jean Baptiste
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Meanwhile across town, I steal no money to Carlito
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Mama always said don't gamble
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I'm trapped in casino
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No more money in my bags
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Nightmares, getting closer
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I slept on Elm Street, Freddy Kruger
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Woke up with a German Luger
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Black serial killer, man turns to gorilla
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Provoked I change faces like Michael Jackson's Thriller
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B-B-B-B-B-Boo! (Imitating young Michael Jackson)
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And you don't stop!!!
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[Lauryn - Chorus]
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Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break!
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If any joker come fe' test another life we take!
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'Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist!
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So scientist, lyricist, pop your pen intense (?)! ( 2x )
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[Lauryn - Verse Two]
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If I could change the times, and make rhymes, raise the babies
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Give all the pigs rabies
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Send biting niggas to Hades
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Clothe young ladies
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Chase the rainbow, find the pot
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Free the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lot
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Lose the fame
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Take the money
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Play boys, just like the bunny
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Find a man with a plan
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Slap a chicken, If she acts funny
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Break the bank, on tank
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Stop niggas from acting stank
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Take over your bounty rovers
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Teach a man to find Jehovah
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Own the stores, own the tours
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Watch the record, pimps and whores
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Make love, stop the wars
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Cop the land, like the Moors
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Make the last be the first
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Make the God respect the Earth
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Change the murder rate to the birth! Bust it!
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[Lauryn Singing]
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Ready Or Not
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Here I come
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You can't hide!
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Gonna find you! And take it slowly!
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Ready Or Not
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Here I come
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You can't hide!
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Gonna find you! And make you want me!
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[Pras - Verse Three]
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No more tours, no more scores
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Por favor senor, I tempt crews, like a bull to a matador
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Run you for your Range Rover, Like that!
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Leave you in a broken Nova, Like that!!
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Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! (Wyclef in background)
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Rather be slaughtered, than be captured!
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Three refugees, one unusual suspect
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A snitch at the table, how far will your trust get?
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Lust got you busted, unlocking my vault
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Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt
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Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark
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Or get marked, like a narc, as The Beast in Nu Yok (New York)
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[Lauryn - Singing]
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You can't run away
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From these styles I got oh baby,
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hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah
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Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
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Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh no!
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[Chorus - 3x]
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Ready or Not (Clark Kent / Django Remix)
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| Fugees |
