Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready or Not, artist - The Fugees. Date of issue: 12.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ready or Not |
| 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 sleep walk away |
| those who convolate knows the world they hate |
| Jails bars ain't golden gates |
| those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate if I could rule the world |
| Everyone who have a gun and together of course we'd get the up in our their horse |
| I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine |
| I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased |
| but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep |
| thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK |
| Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag |
| I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad |
| Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit |
| My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist |
| I think not, I send a letter to my friends |
| A born again, hooligan only to be king again |
| yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess |
| where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less |
| I must confess my destany's manifest |
| to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like I'm homeless |
| Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess |
| capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES! |
| Bless you if you represent the FU |
| but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do |
| Voodo, I could what you do, EASY! |
| Believe me, frontin' niggaz |
| gives me heebe-geebes |
| so why you imitatin' Al Capone |
| I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone |
| You can't run away from these styles I got |
| Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah... |
| Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know |
| Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no... |
| Ready or not, refugees taking over |
| The buffalo soldier, dread like rasta |
| On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber |
| crews went for cover now they under pushin' up flowers |
| Superfly, true lies do or dies |
| toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille |
| I refugee from Guatanamo Bay, |
| dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay |