Lauryn Hill - Ready or Not (feat. Biggie) (J.Period Exclusive Remix) | Текст песни

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• Lauryn Hill
• Ready or Not (feat. Biggie) (J.Period Exclusive Remix)

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 giddy-upin' on their horse

I kick a rhyme drinkin' moonshine
I poor a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep
Thinkin' '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 Eliot 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't do what you do, easy, believe me
Frontin' niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone
I'll be Nina Simone and defacating 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, oh, baby, hey, baby
You can't hide from the block, oh no

Ready or not, Refugees takin' over
The Buffalo soldier, dread-lock rasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover, now they're under pushin' up flowers

Superfly true lies, do or die
Toss me high, only puff la with my crew from lock high
I refugee from Guatanamo Bay
Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide (Hey yo, nobody)
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide (Hey yo, nobody)
Gonna find you and make you want me

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide (No, no, no, no)
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

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