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The Fugees

Alternative Hip Hop · rap · R&B · reggae

The Fugees were a critically-acclaimed New Jersey hip hop group that rose to fame in the mid-1990s, whose repertoire included elements of soul and Caribbean music, particularly reggae. The members of the group are rapper/singer/producer Wyclef Jean, rapper/singer Lauryn Hill, and rapper Pras Michel. Deriving their name from the term "refugee", Jean and Michel are Haitian Americans, while Hill is African American. The group recorded two albums — one of which, The Score (1996), was a multi-platinum and Grammy-winning success — before disbanding in 1997. Hill and Jean each went on to successful solo recording careers; Michel focused on soundtrack recordings and acting, though he found commercial success with his song "Ghetto Supastar". Wikipedia

The Fugees - Ready or Not

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Chorus 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

Verse One: Wyclef

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

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Verse Two: Lauryn Hill

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

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Interlude: Lauryn Hill

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...

Verse Three: Pras

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

Chorus