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Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide |
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Gonna find you, and take it slowly |
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Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide |
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Gonna find you, and make you want me |
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[erse One]: |
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Now that I escape sleep walk away |
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those who could relate know the world is not kicked.Jail |
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bars ain't golden gates |
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those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate if I could rule the world |
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Everyone who have a gun and the get so of course getttin on their horse |
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I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine |
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I poor sip on the concrete, for the deceased |
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but no don't weep, Wyclef in a state of sleep |
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thinking about the robbe-RY that I did last WEEK |
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Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag |
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I wanna play with pelicans from here to Bagdad |
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Gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit |
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My girl pinch's my hips to see if I still exist |
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I think not, I send a letter to my friends |
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A born again, hooligan only to be king again |
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[Verse Two]: |
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yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess |
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where I rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less |
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I must confess my destany's manifest |
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to some gortex and sweats I make tracks like I'm homeless |
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Rap orgies with Porgie and Bess |
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capture your bounty like Eliot Ness YES! |
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Bless you if you represent the FU |
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but I hex you, with some witches vu if you do-do |
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Voodo, I could what you do, EASY! |
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Believe me, frontin' niggaz |
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gives me heebe-geebes |
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so why you imitatin' Al Capone |
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I be Nina Symone and defacating on your microphone |
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[Interlude]: |
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You can't run away from these styles I got |
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Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah... |
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Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know |
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Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold no... |
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