- Votes:
- Composers:
- Wyclef Jean
- Samuel Prakazrel Michel
- Eithne Ni Bhraonain
- Thomas Randolph Bell
- William Alexander Hart
- Roma Shane Ryan
- Lauryn N Hill
 
- Genres:
- 90s
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- heisse scheibe
- official uk chart number 1
- real gangsta music
 
- See also:
The Fugees - Ready Or Not lyrics
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 [Wyclef] 
 I'm just about done... 
 Yo, let me finish tuning this guitar... 
 Yo, y'all ready for the show? 
 [Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill (Chorus)] (Wyclef in parentheses) 
 Ready Or Not! (Yo!) - Wyclef 
 Here we come! (Uh Huh) 
 All the biting M.C.'s and the pirates, I go run! (Come on, come on) 
 (Why?)'Cause they are old! 
 (And...) And we are young! 
 (Uh huh...and) And while we're young, yes we're gonna have some fun! (Yo!) 
 (Here it comes) Here we go! 
 Skippity bop bop bop, skippity whoa!! Swing! (Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo!) 
 Skippity bop bop bop, skippity WHOA!!! SWING!! (Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!) 
 [Wyclef] 
 You should've have died before you reach this station, Refugees we run the 
 border! 
 Ay! Ay!...Ay! Ay! 
 You should've have died before you reach this station, Refugees we all go 
 murder! 
 Now!!! 
[Wyclef]
 Yo! Now that I escape, selling four 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 say 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!!! 
[Chorus 1x]
 [Wyclef] 
 Yo, L-Boogie where you at? 
 [Lauryn] 
 I'm just adjusting my mic 
 [Wyclef] 
 Come on, yo L-Boogie where you at?! 
 [Lauryn] 
 I'm just adjusting my mic! 
 [Wyclef] 
 Yo, L-Boogie where you at? Come on! 
 [Lauryn] 
 I'm just adjusting my mic! 
 [Wyclef] 
 Well won't ya, grab the mic and lead the blind to the light?! 
 [Lauryn] 
 If I could change the times, 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 The Fugees - Ready Or Not - http://motolyrics.com/the-fugees/ready-or-not-lyrics.html
 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 vouch free 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 laws 
 Make the last be the first 
 Make the God respect the Earth 
 Change the murder rate to the birth! (Swing!) 
[Chorus 1x]
 [Wyclef] 
 Hey yo, Pras where you at? 
 [Prakazrel "Pras"] 
 I'm just adjusting my mic 
 [Wyclef] 
 Yo! Hey yo, Pras where you at?! 
 [Pras] 
 I'm just adjusting my mic! 
 [Wyclef] 
 C-C-Come on, yo Pras where you at?!! 
 [Pras] 
 I'm just adjusting my mic! 
 [Wyclef] 
 Well won't ya, grab the mic and make the crowd react! 
 [Prakazrel "Pras"] 
 No more tours, no more scores 
 Por favor senor, I do the soundbite from here to El Salvador 
 Ready to take over, Like that! (Gun cocks) 
 Run your whole crew over, Like that!! (Gunshot) 
 Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! (Lauryn in background) 
 Rather be slaughtered, than be captured! 
 Three refugees, one usual suspect 
 Trapped in the firm, 'cause he fell to two techs 
 Prospects have thoughts, blood in like outlets 
 I can read your whole flow, just like a pamphlet 
 Thousands and thousands of watts 
 High volt! 
 Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt 
 Tell the truth that you shouldn't sky off 
 This is Mr. Prakazrel, I don't take it as an insult 
 I grab the money, money! 
 Stash the cash-n-dash, peddle on the gas 
 I'm clear like Everlast! (Never seen a refugee movin' so fast!) - Salaam 
 Now catch me in Jamaica 
 Chillin' at the break of sunsplash! 
[Chorus 1x]
 [Lauryn] 
 (Ooo-wee!) To Queens 
 (Ooo-wee!) To New Jersey 
 (Ooo-wee!) To Brooklyn 
 (Ooo-wee!) ...and Uptown 
 (Ooo-wee!) ...and Long Island 
 (Ooo-wee!) ...Staten Island 
 (Ooo-wee!) ...U.C. (University of Columbia) 
 (Ooo-wee!) ...Miami! 
 (Ooo-wee!) ...To Jamaica! 
[Fades out]










