Download mp3 - Dead or alive : Beanie Sigel
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///
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