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