Score (explicit)

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
Chorus
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
Chorus
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

[chorus]
Warn the town the beast is loose,
Word 'em up y'all
C'mon
[lauryn]
Conflicts with night sticks
Illegal sales districts,
Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-trick-cians rich
Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks,
Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets
Private-dic sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks.
The 666 cut w.i.c. like newt gingrich sucks dick
[clef]
Meanwhile the government brings star wars from glocks to glockers
C.o.p. has an apb out on chewbacca
Mista mayor, can i say something in yo honor
Yesterday in central park they got the jogger
Okay, okay.
Let's get the confusion straight in ghetto gotham
The man behind the mask you thought was batman is bill clinton.
Who soon retire, the roof is on fire
Connie chung brung the bomb as it comes from oklahoma
Things are getting serious, kuumbaya,
On a mountain satan offered me, manhattan help me jah jah
[clef]
You can't search me without probable cause
Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion
Listen i bring friction to your whole jurisdiction
You planted seeds in my seat when i wasn't lookin.
Now you ask me for my license/registration
"what the fuck" is my name
"what the fuck" is my occupation
Well i'm an mc, i'm down with the fugees
Mother mary caught a flashback like rodney now the cops got lolly.
[lauryn]
The subconscious psychology that you use against me,
If i lose control will send me to the penetentiary
Such as alcatraz, or shot up like al hajj malik shabazz
High class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed.
And the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was,
And if you too powerful, you get bugged like peter tosh and marley
Was.
And my word does nothing against the feds,
So my eyes stay red as i chase crazy bald heads, word up.
[chorus]
Warn the town the beast is loose, ah - ah, ah - ah
Word 'em up y'all
[clef]
The chase is on i feel like the bad guy
Fifth gear 125 like new jersey drive
Looked in my rear view mirror
Police was getting closer
Heard a roar in the sky,
Looked up and saw the blue thunder.
My inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender,
But to who???
The star spangled banner ooh.
Say can't you see cops more crooked than we
By the dawn's early night robbin' niggas for kis.
Easy low key crooked military
Pay taxes out my ass but they still harrass me.
[praz]
The streets of corruption got me bustin and cussin' in the concrete
Jungle
Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid mutumbo
Handled by hannibal
Soon i'm gonna be a fugitive like dr. kimble.
[clef]
Hey yo should i slow down?
[praz]
Nah kid go faster,
Just cause they got a badge, they could still be impostors.
Probable cause, got flaws like dirty draws
Meet me at the corner store so we can start the street wars.
[chorus]
Warn the town the beast is loose, ah - ah, ah - ah,
Word 'em up y'all

strumming dub plates with our fingers,
Eliminate sounds with our song,
Killing a sound boy with this sound,
Killing a sound boy with this sound,
Taking sound boys' lives with this dub,
Killing him softly with this sound.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
[lauryn]
I heard he sang a good song, i heard he had a style,
And so i came to see him and listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes,
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish,
But he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song
[clef]
Yo l-boogie, take it to the bridge
[lauryn]
(bust it)
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . .
[shoutouts and fade]

This is the fugees, outsiders up in here:
[clef]:chorus
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the nigger dies.
[pace1]
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like trugoy
[wyclef]
Wyclef
[pace1]
Pace 1
[wyclef]
Yo this was how the west was won,
[pace1]
Our motto, a true desperado.
[wyclef]
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the jesse james character
[pace1]
And get they bones fractured.
[pace1]
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like sheena easton
[wyclef]
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
Thrown off the building like the fall guy
Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave
Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
[pace1]
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like jim carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[wyclef]
The town that i'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance kid is the everyday purse snatcher
If you see him coming, you better start running
Like a terrorist i guarantee you he'll be humming.
[pace1]
Dynamite, dynamite, clef i got the cash
[wyclef]
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights.
[lauryn]
We make moves in stage coaches
Ra digga likes the roaches
If anyone approaches
We be like noches, buenos
And i compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R & b singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.
[ra digga]
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.
(buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours.
[lauryn]
Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio
(from newark to ontario), bust us when we in stereo.
Cause me and rashida rock the battles
It's apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle.
[ra digga]
Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up, digga's through the roof
Burnin' niggers like i'm 90 proof.
[lauryn]
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.
[ra digga]
I rock the dooby and
L rocks the nubian twists 96
Muthafuckas gettin' dissed
[clef]:chorus
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the nigger dies.
[young zee]
Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the naacp
Comin' up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes.
[praz]
(you've got to know when to hold them,
Know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.
[young zee]
So ooh aaah achiga, mamase mamasa mamakusa
[praz]
Fuck the sheriff, i shot john wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie shane
Yeah me and that kid, um "what's his name?"
[young zee]
That would be me, young zee from no brain
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,
While my whore slaps cops like zsa zsa gabor
Fuck with out's it's like those islam brothers,
We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas.
So let's get high off the fu-gee-la
When the east is in the house, like i'm blahzay-blah
[forte]
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker.
Stick and slide with vigor
City streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
The bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin'
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while i'm shitin' on the corners
Life will keep existing while i'm shitin' on the corners
[clef]:chorus
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the nigger dies.

Clef]
Another mc lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to jesus christ, why
O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
[clef]
I haunt mc's like mephistophales
Bringin swords and damacles
Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was kennedy
Abstract raps simple with a street format
Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax.
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation.
I feel like rockwell, "somebody's watching me"
I got no privacy whether on land or at sea.
And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
Hypocrit, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit.
It hurts don't it, the refugees come to your turf and take over
The earth.
[lauryn]:interlude
See my rhymes are the type of fly rhymes
That can only get down with my crew
And if you try to take lines or bite rhymes
We'll show you how the refugees do.
[lauryn]
Behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
Two mc's can't occupy the same space at the same time.
It's against the laws of physics.
So weep as your sweet dreams break up like eurythmics
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
Whether jew or gentile
I rank top percentile,
Many styles,
More powerful than gamma rays
My grammar pays,
Like carlos sanatana plays
Black magic woman
So while you fuming, i'm consuming
Mango juice under polaris,
You're just embarrassed
Cause it's your "last tango in paris"
And even after all my logic and my theory,
I add a muthafuckker so you ignint niggas hear me.
And you remember take notes,
As i sow my rap otas
And for you biting zealots, here's a quote.
[clef]:(chorus)
Another mc lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to jesus christ, why
O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
[clef]
You can try but you can't divide the tri
These cats can't rap, mr. author i feel no vibe
The magazine says the girl should have gone solo,
The guys should stop rapping, vanish like menudo.
Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
As long as someone was listening, i knew it was a start,
For me to get a chance, grab my pen and revamp
Do a cameo while everybody do the dance.
Quick now, cause you runnin' out of lucka
Playin' mr. big, i'm gonna get you sucka.
While you munchin at your luncheon, i'll be planning your
Assassination
Then hit you like the dutchmen
[praz]
I compress sound sets with my rap dbx
Then drop vocals on my 456 ampex
Bring terror to the shop of horror,
As she cries "mi amor"
The phantom dies in the opera
And to the youngin's who carry gadgets
And kill 6 days a week then rest on the sabbath.
Violence ain't necessary, unless you provoke me
Then get buried like the great mussolini
And for you bitin' zealots
Your rap styles are relics
No matter who you damage
Your still a false prophet.
[clef]:(chorus)
Another mc lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to jesus christ, why
O lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa

[clef]
A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say
I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in brooklyn.
Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet.
Good friends we had,
Good friends we've lost along the way.
In this great future you can't forget your past, so dry your tears
I say and to my peeps who passed away,
No woman, no cry, no woman no cry, say say say.
Hey little sister don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say.
I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in jersey,
And little georgie would make the firelight,
As stolen cars passed through the night
And then we'd hit the corner store for roots, paper, and brew.
My drink's my only remedy
For pain of losing family, but while i'm gone shorty,
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright,
Fugees come to the dance tonight, everything's gonna be alright,
O everything's gonna be alright,
The gun man's in the house tonight,
But everything's gonna be alright.
[chorus]
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
[clef]
No woman no cry, no woman no cry.
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say.
I remember when we used to sit in a government yard in trenchtown.
The hypocrites as they mingled with the good people we meet.
Good friends we had oh good friends we've lost
Along the way hey.
In this great future,
You can't forget your past so dry your tears i say
And no woman no cry. no woman no cry say say say.
Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away
[chorus]
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah