Fugees

Fugees - Ready Or Not Clark Kent Django Remix lyrics

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Ready Or Not (9x)...
 [Lauryn Singing]
 You can't run away
 From these styles I got oh baby,
 hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah
 Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
 Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh yeah!

 [Wyclef - Verse One]
 Yo! Now that I escape, selling five million plates
 My beeper vibrates, like California earthquakes
 But I keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're not
 M.C.'s go Hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox
 Still ichi bang, wack M.C.'s get the gong!
 Lyrical tongue
 Wireless mics from Samsung
 Wyclef, seduced once by an actress
 Angela Basset wanted the head of Jean Baptiste
 Meanwhile across town, I steal no money to Carlito
 Mama always said don't gamble
 I'm trapped in casino
 No more money in my bags
 Nightmares, getting closer
 I slept on Elm Street, Freddy Kruger
 Woke up with a German Luger
 Black serial killer, man turns to gorilla
 Provoked I change faces like Michael Jackson's Thriller
 B-B-B-B-B-Boo! (Imitating young Michael Jackson)
 And you don't stop!!!

 [Lauryn - Chorus]

 Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break!
 If any joker come fe' test another life we take!
 'Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist!
 So scientist, lyricist, pop your pen intense (?)! ( 2x )

 [Lauryn - Verse Two]

 If I could change the times, and make rhymes, raise the babies
 Give all the pigs rabies
 Send biting niggas to Haiti's
 Clothe young ladies
 Chase the rainbow, find the pot
 Free the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lot
 Lose the fame
 Take the money
 Play boys, just like the bunny
 Find a man with a plan
 Slap a chicken, If she acts funny
 Break the bank, on tank
 Stop niggas from acting stank
 Take over your bounty rovers
 Teach a man to find Jehovah
 Own the stores, own the tours
 Watch the record, pimps and whores
 Make love, stop the wars
 Cop the land, like the Moors
 Make the last be the first
 Make the God respect the Earth
 Change the murder rate to the birth! Bust it!

 [Lauryn Singing]

 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!

 [Pras - Verse Three]

 No more tours, no more scores
 Por favor senor, I tempt crews, like a bull to a matador
 Run you for your Range Rover, Like that!
 Leave you in a broken Nova, Like that!!
 Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! (Wyclef in background)
 Rather be slaughtered, than be captured!
 Three refugees, one unusual suspect
 A snitch at the table, how far will your trust get?
 Lust got you busted, unlocking my vault
 Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt
 Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark
 Or get marked, like a narc, as The Beast in Nu Yok (New York)

 [Lauryn - Singing]

 You can't run away
 From these styles I got oh baby,
 hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah
 Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
 Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh no!

 [Chorus - 3x
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Copyrights:

Author: Thom Bell, William Hart, Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean, Pras Michel

Composer: ?

Publisher: Columbia

Details:

Released in: 2001

Language: English

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