Wanted (on The Run) Lyrics - 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) 

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(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' 

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(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)