DEAD OR ALIVE

Beanie Sigel

Feat. cam'ron
beans: 1st verse
running, hundred miles a running, thru the rain or the sun,
on when them fed folks coming/
keep yo heads up young'n, gotta get ya heads up young'ns,
the streets’ll gear yo heads up young'n//
listen, clip yo contacts, stay focused like contacts,
yo heads open before contracts/
can’t go where mom at, the last place you wanna bring the drama at,
the first place they gone track, i promise//
can’t relax, but remain the calmest, couple rules that you play by,
stay by, stay live/
you keep yo boots on and lace tied, & troop on the late night,
if you play right, scape life//
right, you never play the daylight, jakes get on yo tail,
never let ‘em see the brakelight/
catch me if you can, when i’m dipping from the cops,
mr. ginger bread, never falling victim of the rocks//
Beans: 2nd verse
wanted, but you can’t stop running, with a price on yo head,
be prepared to gun back/
man don’t be scared like the red coats coming, nigga
stay underground & keep running like tugman//
you can’t sleep, not a peep, no slumber, man i slept by the hund'ed,
i was rest this summer/
i know it’s stressed, when you dealing with the running,
waking up in cold sweats, pissed, scared with the rumblers//
fuck it, just prepare for the trouble, don’t be shit scared nigga,
with yo head under covers/
this not a broad threat, i got something for ‘em on the steps,
52 techs, this is not a warning//
shit it goes like camera flash, when the hammer blast
put on yo state props camo'flage/
crack blocks, nor the avalanche, put on yo montana mask,
get to clapping like pakistan//
whatever scrap, cause a accident, make a traffic jam
dodge all the traps you can, keep running///
Cam: 3rd verse
all you gotta say is hide me, i ride free, i be, the 1 to change yo birth,
s.s or i.d/
no mo hanging with the y.g’s, state prop, no rock, private dock,
case you need a i.v//
no mo bent, that’s the court money, four 20’s, seems can’t afford money,
money used for war 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 aint merk the g, perfectly,
he’ll be in surgery/
take yo seed out the nursery, nurse him at the precinct,
give him dessert, that aint where he deserve to be//
and i went thru this personally, certainly, 3-2 for burglary,
niles was referred to me/
so they play us in no way, no way, blaze up the roadways,
a.c & o.j//
read the paper, eggs & o.j, called c.d, the head of the
o.j’s/
that’s a gypsy cab, risky all the chips we have, 45 fleet flicker,
we niggas hit the gas//
when the operation go still, aint no chill, i did my whole album on bail/
i got you mack mittens, i’ll send ‘em a black ribbon, attack what mack spitting//
i can’t go back prison///

fuente: musica.com

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