[Chorus x 4]
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Wanted dead or alive
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[AK]
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I don't know which way to go
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Fuck it might as well go both
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Cos these niggas want my soul
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Get these mother fuckers trying to reload
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Got my index on the trigger
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Screaming why am I selling figure
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Introduce you to your digger
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Put your ass beside the vicar
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See I know where you hang
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You got some killers in your gang
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Plus I'm gon be the blame
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For leaving the mother fucker unrestrained
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Piper shots to the brain bitch
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Say my name and watch me get the five shots
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Shooting nine lots
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Give me props
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I shoot a cop then I watch his body drop
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Gotta make this crooked cop stop it
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If I go to the pen watch my back and we can all break out
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I'm screaming free me
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Until we get parole I'm shaking D.P
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Believe me I'm a kill them on T.V with the glock on the repeat
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Putting all their souls deep you're watered down and so weak
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Dead or alive so recognise that I got shots for my guys
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Between your eyes mother fucker Rapalot for life
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[Chorus x 4]
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[Belo]
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Don't want to hang out
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Want to grab this tek and blow my brains out
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Nigga you got some problems I got my own don't call my name out
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If the bullets rang out
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For the fuck why they wanna see me
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Who the fuck gon wanna be me
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Lay down and know that you're free
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Kill the bullshit cos a nigga gon bullshit
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Smoke weed and worry
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Separate keys get dirty
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I'm calling on God he's worth it he's worth it
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My daddy left me lonely
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My friend that I call my homey
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Who got me just like only
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Keeping the dark trying to ride this pony
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My nigga Mo is locked up
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My brother Twan's locked up
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Plant the grass on e's and rock up
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Three of my brothers and no mo
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No jealous slays no fo fo
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In the hand where you put that po po
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Free all my niggas
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For the rule's this world free em all that figures
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Now take this nigga
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Face down mother fucker and gon meet your digger
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Get up stand up don't give up get paid and live up
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Mother fucker made up break all this bullshit
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I'm gunning with the full clip
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And still most wanted
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[Chorus x 4]
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[N.A.R.D]
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See I'm stressed with pain
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My Grandmama told me that I was blessed with the game
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I took it and I sold my whole life to the game
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So everything I thought my whole heart I gave
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From G-packs to weed packs
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It's going to give me problems I really don't need that
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See I got a boy on my back
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That I been running since them ways back
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Tell Uncle Sam that I'm gon stay black
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And fuck those silly cars stirring my shit up under this six flat
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And tell them hoes who be diamond kissers
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Trying to take control of a niggas riches
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They can get they nose out a niggas business for it
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Down here treying to set the wife off the fix and I don't play that
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Praying for my downfall I'm making
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Dome shots on all y'all
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Got us retaliating like outlaws
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Dead or alive mother fucker I'm black bro
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[Chorus x 8]
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Dead Or Alive
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| Do Or Die |
