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Wanted dead or alive
(AK)
I don't know which way to go
f** it might as well go both
Cos these n***as want my soul
Get these mother f**ers trying to reload
Got my index on the trigger
Screaming why am I selling figure
Introduce you to your digger
Put your a** beside the vicar
See I know where you hang
You got some k**ers in your gang
Plus I'm gon be the blame
For leaving the mother f**er unrestrained
Piper shots to the brain b**h
Say my name and watch me get the five shots
Shooting nine lots
Give me props
I shoot a cop then I watch his body drop
Gotta make this crooked cop stop it
If I go to the pen watch my back and we can all break out
I'm screaming free me
Until we get parole I'm shaking D.P
Believe me I'm a k** them on T.V with the Glock on the repeat
Putting all their souls deep you're watered down and so weak
Dead or alive so recognise that I got shots for my guys
Between your eyes mother f**er Rapalot for life
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(Belo)
Don't want to hang out
Want to grab this tek and blow my brains out
n***a you got some problems I got my own don't call my name out
If the bullets rang out
For the f** why they wanna see me
Who the f** gon wanna be me
Lay down and know that you're free
k** the bullsh** cos a n***a gon bullsh**
Smoke weed and worry
Separate keys get dirty
I'm calling on God he's worth it he's worth it
My daddy left me lonely
My friend that I call my homey
Who got me just like only
Keeping the dark trying to ride this pony
My n***a Mo is locked up
My brother Twan's locked up
Plant the gra** on e's and rock up
Three of my brothers and no mo
No jealous slays no fo fo
In the hand where you put that po po
Free all my n***as
For the rule's this world free em all that figures
Now take this n***a
Face down mother f**er and gon meet your digger
Get up stand up don't give up get paid and live up
Mother f**er made up break all this bullsh**
I'm gunning with the full clip
And still most wanted
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(N.A.R.D)
See I'm stressed with pain
My Grandmama told me that I was blessed with the game
I took it and I sold my whole life to the game
So everything I thought my whole heart I gave
From G-packs to weed packs
It's going to give me problems I really don't need that
See I got a boy on my back
That I been running since them ways back
Tell Uncle Sam that I'm gon stay black
And f** those silly cars stirring my sh** up under this six flat
And tell them hoes who be diamond kissers
Trying to take control of a n***as riches
They can get they nose out a n***as business for it
Down here treying to set the wife off the fix and I don't play that
Praying for my downfall I'm making
Dome shots on all y'all
Got us retaliating like outlaws
Dead or alive mother f**er I'm black bro
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