Dead Or Alive

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///