Ready Or Not (clark Kent / Django Remix) Lyrics - Singles - The Fugees

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