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
