作词 : Enya/William Hart/Roma Ryan/Nicky Ryan/Thom Bell 作曲 : Enya/William Hart/Roma Ryan/Nicky Ryan/Thom Bell Ready Or Not 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 Wyclef: Now that I escape sleep walk awake those who correlate know the world they take Jails bars and golden gates those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate if i could rule the world, everyone would have a gun and together of course we'd giddyup out on their horse I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine I poor sip in a concrete, but then deceased but no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep thinking about the ROBBERY that I did last WEEK Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag I wanna play like Pella cause from here to Bagdad gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit My girl pinched 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 Chorus Lauryn Hill: yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess without rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less i must confess my destiny's manifest to some core text and sweats I make tracks 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 hex you, with some witches' brew if you doo-doo Voodo, I could do what you do, EASY! Believe me, frontin' ****** gives me heebie-jeebies so while you imitatin' Al Capone I be Nina Simone and defacatin'g on your microphone chorus Lauryn Hill: You can't run away from these styles I got Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah... Anyway you go, my whole crew gonna know Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold now... Pras: Ready or not, refugees taking over The buffalo soldier , dread like rasta On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber crews run 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 Chorus And yo nobody move....
[00:00.000] 作词 : Enya/William Hart/Roma Ryan/Nicky Ryan/Thom Bell [00:01.000] 作曲 : Enya/William Hart/Roma Ryan/Nicky Ryan/Thom Bell [00:09.84]Ready Or Not [00:10.68]Lauryn Hill: [00:11.29]Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide [00:15.99]Gonna find you, and take it slowly [00:21.78]Ready or not, Here I come, You can't hide [00:27.09]Gonna find you, and make you want me [00:31.17]Wyclef: [00:32.42]Now that I escape sleep walk awake [00:35.22]those who correlate know the world they take [00:37.76]Jails bars and golden gates [00:39.49]those who fake they brake when they meet they four hundred pound mate [00:43.48]if i could rule the world, everyone would have a gun [00:46.05]and together of course we'd giddyup out on their horse [00:48.73]I kick a rhyme drinking moon shine [00:51.23]I poor sip in a concrete, but then deceased [00:54.02]but no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep [00:56.79]thinking about the ROBBERY that I did last WEEK [00:59.12]Money in the bag, bank a look like a drag [01:02.00]I wanna play like Pella cause from here to Bagdad [01:04.82]gun blast, think fast I think I'm hit [01:07.09]My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist [01:10.11]I think not, I send a letter to my friends [01:12.94]A born-again hooligan, only to be king again [01:15.89]Chorus [01:35.56]Lauryn Hill: [01:35.96]yo, I play my enemies like a game of chess [01:40.03]without rest no stress if you don't smoke cess, less [01:42.53]i must confess my destiny's manifest [01:45.26]to some core text and sweats I make tracks like i'm homeless [01:48.75]Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess, [01:50.75]capture your bounty like Elliot Ness--YES! [01:53.53]Bless you if you represent the FU [01:56.42]but I hex you, with some witches' brew if you doo-doo [01:58.71]Voodo, I could do what you do, EASY! [02:01.87]Believe me, frontin' ****** [02:03.40]gives me heebie-jeebies [02:04.57]so while you imitatin' Al Capone [02:06.12]I be Nina Simone and defacatin'g on your microphone [02:09.48]chorus [02:21.56]Lauryn Hill: [02:21.73]You can't run away from these styles I got [02:25.84]Oh baby, hey baby cause I got a lot oh yeah... [02:31.77]Anyway you go, my whole crew gonna know [02:36.50]Oh baby, hey baby you can't hide from the black gold now... [02:42.40]Pras: [02:42.77]Ready or not, refugees taking over [02:44.67]The buffalo soldier , dread like rasta [02:47.23]On the twelve hour flyby in my bomber [02:50.04]crews run for cover now they under pushin' up flowers [02:52.64]Superfly, true lies do or dies [02:55.20]toss me high only profile with my crew from Lacaille [02:57.95]I refugee from Guatanamo Bay, [03:00.68]dance around the border like i'm Cassius clay [03:03.30]Chorus [03:19.13]And yo nobody move....
