"Ba**y" Bob Brockmann - Ready or Not lyrics

[Hook: Lauryn Hill] 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 [Verse 1: Wyclef Jean] 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 pellet guns 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 [Hook: Lauryn Hill] 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 [Verse 2: Lauryn Hill] 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 n***as give me heebie-jeebies So while you're imitating Al Capone I'll be Nina Simone, and defecating on your microphone [Hook: Lauryn Hill] 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 [Bridge: Lauryn Hill] 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 gonna know Oh baby, hey baby You can't hide from the block, oh no [Verse 3: Pras] 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 lye with my crew from lakay I refugee from Guantanamo Bay Dance around the border, like I'm Ca**ius Clay [Hook: Lauryn Hill] 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