Beanie Sigel: Dead or alive

Feat. Cam'ronRunning, hundred miles a running, thru the rain or the sun, on when them fed folks coming/keep yo heads up young'n, gotta get ya heads up young'ns, the streetsll gear yo heads up young'n//listen, clip yo contacts, stay focused like contacts,yo heads open before contracts/cant go where mom at, the last place you wanna bring the drama at,the first place they gone track, i promise//cant relax, but remain the calmest, couple rules that you play by,stay by, stay live/you keep yo boots on and lace tied, & troop on the late night,if you play right, scape life//right, you never play the daylight, jakes get on yo tail,never let em see the brakelight/catch me if you can, when im dipping from the cops,mr. ginger bread, never falling victim of the rocks//Beans: 2nd versewanted, but you cant stop running, with a price on yo head,be prepared to gun back/man dont be scared like the red coats coming, niggastay underground & keep running like tugman//you cant sleep, not a peep, no slumber, man i slept by the hund'ed,i was rest this summer/i know its stressed, when you dealing with the running,waking up in cold sweats, pissed, scared with the rumblers//fuck it, just prepare for the trouble, dont be shit scared nigga,with yo head under covers/this not a broad threat, i got something for em on the steps,52 techs, this is not a warning//shit it goes like camera flash, when the hammer blastput on yo state props camo'flage/crack blocks, nor the avalanche, put on yo montana mask,get to clapping like pakistan//whatever scrap, cause a accident, make a traffic jam dodge all the traps you can, keep running///Cam: 3rd verseall you gotta say is hide me, i ride free, i be, the 1 to change yo birth,s.s or i.d/no mo hanging with the y.gs, state prop, no rock, private dock,case you need a i.v//no mo bent, thats the court money, four 20s, seems cant afford money,money used for war money/whether ninety or the first degree, any murder in the first degree, theyll be the third degree//and they looking for the perjury, if you aint merk the g, perfectly,hell be in surgery/ take yo seed out the nursery, nurse him at the precinct,give him dessert, that aint where he deserve to be//and i went thru this personally, certainly, 3-2 for burglary,niles was referred to me/so they play us in no way, no way, blaze up the roadways,a.c & o.j//read the paper, eggs & o.j, called c.d, the head of the o.js/thats a gypsy cab, risky all the chips we have, 45 fleet flicker,we niggas hit the gas// when the operation go still, aint no chill, i did my whole album on bail/i got you mack mittens, ill send em a black ribbon, attack what mack spitting// i cant go back prison///