Wanted (On The Run) - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Wanted (On The Run) - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Beanie Sigel |
| Artist | Cam'ron |
| Album | The B.Coming |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Vocal：Beanie Sigel/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' | |
| **** 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) |
| Vocal: Beanie Sigel 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 32 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 fleeflicker, 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 |
| Vocal: Beanie Sigel 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 32 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 fleeflicker, 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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