[Chorus: Lauryn Hill]
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Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide
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Gonna find you, and take it slowly
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Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide
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Gonna find you, and make you want me
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[erse One: Wyclef]
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Now that I escape sleep walk away
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those who convolate knows the world they hate
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Jails bars ain't golden gates
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those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate if I could rule the world
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Everyone who have a gun and together of course we'd get the up in our their horse
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I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine
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I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased
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but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep
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thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK
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Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag
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I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad
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Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit
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My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist
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I think not, I send a letter to my friends
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A born again, hooligan only to be king again
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two: Lauryn Hill]
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yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess
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where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less
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I must confess my destany's manifest
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to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like I'm homeless
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Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess
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capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES!
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Bless you if you represent the FU
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but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do
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Voodo, I could what you do, EASY!
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Believe me, frontin' niggaz
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gives me heebe-geebes
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so why you imitatin' Al Capone
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I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude: Lauryn Hill]
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You can't run away from these styles I got
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Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah...
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Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know
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Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no...
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[Verse Three: Pras]
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Ready or not, refugees taking over
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The buffalo soldier, dread like rasta
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On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber
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crews went for cover now they under pushin' up flowers
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Superfly, true lies do or dies
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toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille
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I refugee from Guatanamo Bay,
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dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay
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[Chorus]
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Ready Or Not
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| The Fray |
