Wanted (On The Run)
(专辑: The B. Coming - 2005)
[Running] [Breathing] [Beanie Sigel] Wanted, 100 miles and running Through the
rain and the
sunnin, when them feed folks comin Keep your head up younging, gotta keep ya heads up younging The
streets'll give your head up younging 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 [Chorus:] Wanted: Dead or Alive [2x] [Beanie Sigel] Wanted, but you can't stop running With a
price on your head, be prepared to gunning Don't be scared like the
Red Coats coming nigga Stay underground and keep running 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 dealing with the
running Waking up in cold sweats, pissed scared of the
rumbling Fuck it, just prepare for the
trouble Don't be shit scared nigga with your head undercovers This not a
broad threat, I
got something for 'em On the
steps with two tecs, this is not a
warning Nigga 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 clapping like it's Pakistan What every strap, cause an accident Make a
traffic jam, dodge all the
traps you can, keep running [Chorus:] Wanted: Dead or Alive [2x] [Cam'Ron] 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 hanging 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 niggaz, 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 [Chorus: Wanted: Dead or Alive (2x)]