Wanted (Beanie Sigel)

(feat. Cam'Ron) 

[Running] [Breathing] 

[Beanie Sigel] 
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 

[Chorus:] Wanted: Dead or Alive [2x] 

[Beanie Sigel] 
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' nigga 
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' 
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 warnin' 
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 clappin' like it's Pakistan 
What every strap, cause an accident 
Make a traffic jam, dodge all the traps you can, keep runnin' 

[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 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 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)]

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