Beanie Sigel - Wanted: Dead or Alive lyrics

Wanted, 100 miles and runnin' Through the rain and the sunnin, when them feed folks comin Keep your head up youngin', gotta keep ya heads up youngin' The streets'll give your head up youngin' Listen, flip your con 'tacs, stay focused like contacts Your head's open for a contract Can't go where mom at, the last place you wanna bring the dram at The first place they gonna track I promise Can't relax, but remain the calmest Couple rules that your play by, stay by, stay live You keep your boots on your laces tied And only troop on the late night if you play right, you stay right, right You never play the day light, jakes get on your tail Never let them see the break lights Catch me if you can when I'm dippin from the cops Mr. Gingerbread never falling victim of the fox Wanted: Dead or Alive Wanted, but you can't stop runnin' With a price on your head, be prepared to gunnin' Don't be scared like the Red Coats comin' n***a Stay underground and keep runnin' like Tugman You can't sleep, not a peep, no slumber Man I sleeped about a 100 hours rest this summer No stress when your dealin' with the running Waking up in cold sweats, pissed scared of the rumblin' F*ck it, just prepare for the trouble Don't be sh** scared n***a with your head undercovers This not a broad threat, I got something for 'em On the steps with two tecs, this is not a warnin' n***a they close like camera flash When the hammer blast, put on your State Prop camouflage Crack the box or the avalanche, put on your Montana mask Get to clappin' like it's Pakistan What every strap, cause an accident Make a traffic jam, dodge all the traps you can, keep runnin' Wanted: Dead or Alive All you got to say is hide me, I ride free I be, the one to change your birth, S.S., or ID (I got all that) Ain't no more hangin' with the Y.G. State Prop No Roc, private dock, incase you need an IV No more Bent', that's Accord money, 420 Schemes can't afford money, money yous award money Whether 90 or the first degree, any murder in the first degree Well be the third degree, and they looking for the perjury If you ain't merk the g, perfectly, you'll be in surgery Take the seed out the nursery, nurse him at the precinct Give 'em desert, that ain't where he deserve to be And I went through this personally, certainly 3-2 for burglary, now it was referred to me So they play us in no way, know way Blaze up the roadways, A.C. and O.J Read the paper, eggs and OJ Call CD head of the O'Jays That's a gipsy caps, risky all the chips we had 45 flee-flicker, we n***as, hit the gas When the operation go stale, ain't no jail I did my whole album on bail (That's the truth ) I got you mac mittens, I send them a black ribbon Attached to Mac spitten, I can't go back prison Wanted: Dead or Alive