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 contacts, 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      Wanted   Dead or alive   Wanted   Dead or alive      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'      Fuck 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'      Wanted   Dead or alive   Wanted   Dead or alive      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, in case 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 Merc 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 gypsy 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      Wanted   Dead or alive   Wanted   Dead or alive