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