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