Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not (uh-huh), here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and make you want me (yo)
Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake (yeah)
Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
Jail bars ain't golden gates, those who fake, they break
When they meet their four hundred-pound mate
If I could rule the world (if I ruled the world), everyone would have a gun
In the ghetto of course, when giddy-upping on their horse
I kick a rhyme drinking moonshine
I pour a sip on the concrete for the deceased
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