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letra de ready or not (remix) feat 2pac eazy-e and fugees - fifty095

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

(2pac)
murderous mind state
can’t keep my nine straight
sippin’ on this hennessy, waiting for the time to break
show up and motherf-ckas bow down, recognize
westside, death row, outlaw, ridaz
untouchable mob of pistol packers
well-known felons labeled for ‘drug-selling merciless jackers’
forever buzz, roll with thugs and dogs
commence the letting off rounds, then escape in the fog
who wants to see me solo?
catch makaveli while he sleeping
my mini fourteen murdering n-ggas while they creepin’, (uh)
duck cause you ass out
drink ’til you pass out
ain’t scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house
n-ggas is under me
they b-tches come to me
they heard the stories n-gga, now they wanna really see
bomb first, my motto, it’s fully guaranteed
n-ggas is playa haters, label them my enemies
i’m dumpin’
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

(eazy e)
now everything’s good in my hood
and it’s on and pop
and eazy-m-th-ph-kkin’-e from east side south compton
straight givin’ up the real
on how a n-gga feel talk that sh-t, mothaf-ckers’ caps get peeled
layin’ low in the cut
gettin’ high than a motherf-cker, n-ggas know what’s up
i’m that gangsta-gangsta is that what they’re still yellin’
n-gga g to a t saggin’ and bailin’
live by the gun, you know what i’m sayin’, ren?
“yeah.”
so i guess i’ll die by that motherf-cker then
so when i die, n-ggas bury me
make sure my sh-t reads eazy-m-th-ph-kkin’-e
and that’s how a n-gga feel
when i’m givin’ up the motherf-ckin’ real

(lauryn hill)
you can’t run away
from these styles i got, oh baby, hey baby
cause i got a lot, oh yeah
and anywhere you go
my whole crew’s gonna know baby, hey baby
you can’t hide from the block, oh no
(pras)
ready or not, refugees taking over
the buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta
on the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
crews run for cover, now they’re under, pushing up flowers
superfly, true lies, do or die (he’s super fly!)
toss me high, only puff lye with my crew from lakay
i refugee from guantanamo bay
dance around the border, like i’m cassius clay (yes, sir)

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

- fifty095

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