The Fray Streets of Philadelphia Lyrics

Covers Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Maps
  • 2 Ready or Not
  • 3 Why
  • 4 Boulder to Birmingham
  • 5 Streets of Philadelphia
  • [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

    [erse 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


    [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


    [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


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