Wanted, hundred miles of running
Through the rain and the sun and when them fed folks coming
Keep your head up youngins, gotta keep your heads up youngin
The streets'll give your head up youngin
Listen, click your contacts
Stay focused like contact, your head's open for a contract
Can't go where mom at
The last place you wanna bring the drama at
The first place they gon' trap, I promise
Can't relax but remain the calmest
Couple rules that you play by, stay by to stay live
You keep your boots on, your laces tied
And only troop on the late night if you play right
Escape light, right?
You never play the daylight
Jakes get on your tail, never let 'em see the brake light
Catch me if you can when I'm dipping from the cops
Mr. Gingerbread never falling victim of the Fox
I'm wanted, dead or just alive
I'm wanted, dead or just alive
Wanted, but you can't stop running
With a price on your head, be prepared to gun it
Man don't be scared like the Redcoats coming nigga
Stay underground and keep running like Tug
He can't sleep, not a peep, no slumber
Man I slept 'bout a hundred hours rest this summer
I know it's stress when you dealing with the running
Waking up in cold sweats, piss scared with the rumblers
Fuck it, just prepare for the trouble
Don't be shit scared nigga with your head under covers
This not a broad threat, I got something for 'em
On the steps with two TECs, this is not a warning
Shit they pose like camouflage
When the hammer blast, put on your State Prop camouflage
Crack the blocks, snore the avalanche
Put on your Montana mask, get to clapping like Pakistan
Whatever scrap cause an accident
Make a traffic jam, dodge all the traps you can
Keep running
I'm wanted, dead or just alive
I'm wanted, dead or just alive
Killah, I got you Shug, let's go
You gotta get low though, shh, let's go
All you gotta say is hide me, I ride free
I be the one to change your vote, S-S-I-D
No more hanging with the YG's
State Prop, no rock, private dock
Case you need a IV
No more Bent, that's a court 24/20
Seems can't afford money, money you reward money
Whether ninety or the first degree
Any murder in the first degree, they'll be the third degree
And they looking for the perjury
If you ain't murk the G perfectly, there'll be a surgery
Take your seed out the nursery
Nurse him at the priest and give him dessert
That ain't where he deserve to be
And I went through this personally, certainly
Three-two for burglary, now's what's referred to me
So they play us in no way, no way
Blaze up the roadways, AC and OJ
Read the paper, eggs and OJ
Call CD the head of the OJs
That's a gypsy cab, risky all the tips we have
Forty-five flea flicker, we niggas hit the gas
When the operation go still, ain't no jail
I did my whole album on bail
I got you mack mittens, I'll send 'em a black ribbon
Attack when mack spitting, I can't go back prison
I'm wanted, dead or just alive
I'm wanted, dead or just alive