Ready or not - A Surgeon, 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 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