Минус Beanie Sigel - Wanted

Текст (слова) песни Beanie Sigel - Wanted:

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 contacts, 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 you're 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 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', 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 you're 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'
Wanted dead or alive, 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, in case 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 gypsy 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
Wanted dead or alive, wanted dead or alive