Представляем точный текст композиции "Wanted (On The Run)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Beanie Sigel . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Wanted (On The Run)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Beanie Sigel передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Beanie Sigel - "Wanted (On The Run)"
Lyrics to Wanted (On The Run) : (feat. CamRon) [Running] [Breathing] [Beanie Sigel] 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 streetsll give your head up youngin Listen, flip your con tacs, stay focused like contacts Your heads open for a contract Cant go where mom at, the last place you wanna bring the dram at The first place they gonna track I promise Cant 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 Im dippin from the cops Mr. Gingerbread never falling victim of the fox [Chorus:] Wanted: Dead or Alive [2x] [Beanie Sigel] Wanted, but you cant stop runnin With a price on your head, be prepared to gunnin Dont be scared like the Red Coats comin nigga Stay underground and keep runnin like Tugman You cant 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 Dont 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 its Pakistan What every strap, cause an accident Make a traffic jam, dodge all the traps you can, keep runnin [Chorus:] Wanted: Dead or Alive [2x] [CamRon] 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) Aint no more hangin with the Y.G. State Prop No Roc, private dock, incase you need an IV No more Bent, thats Accord money, 420 Schemes cant 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 aint merk the g, perfectly, youll be in surgery Take the seed out the nursery, nurse him at the precinct Give em desert, that aint 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 OJays Thats a gipsy caps, risky all the chips we had 45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas When the operation go stale, aint no jail I did my whole album on bail (Thats the truth ) I got you mac mittens, I send them a black ribbon Attached to Mac spitten, I cant go back prison [Chorus: Wanted: Dead or Alive (2x)] [ Wanted (On The Run) Lyrics ]
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