Mr. Lee - Dead or Alive lyrics

(Chorus x 4) 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 (Chorus x 4) (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 (Chorus x 4) (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 (Chorus x 8)