Fugees - Ready Or Not Clark Kent Django Remix

[Lauryn Singing] You can't run away From these styles I got oh baby, hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh yeah! [Wyclef - Verse One] Yo! Now that I escape, selling five 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 said 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!!! [Lauryn - Chorus] Sometimes the Refugees gotta take a stand and break! If any joker come fe' test another life we take! 'Cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist! So scientist, lyricist, pop your pen intense (?)! ( 2x ) [Lauryn - Verse Two] If I could change the times, and 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 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 bounty 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 Moors Make the last be the first Make the God respect the Earth Change the murder rate to the birth! Bust it! [Lauryn Singing] 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! [Pras - Verse Three] No more tours, no more scores Por favor senor, I tempt crews, like a bull to a matador Run you for your Range Rover, Like that! Leave you in a broken Nova, Like that!! Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta! (Wyclef in background) Rather be slaughtered, than be captured! Three refugees, one unusual suspect A snitch at the table, how far will your trust get? Lust got you busted, unlocking my vault Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark Or get marked, like a narc, as The Beast in Nu Yok (New York) [Lauryn - Singing] You can't run away From these styles I got oh baby, hey baby, 'cause I got alot, oh yeah Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh no!