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wanted dead or alive - too much trouble lyrics

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[bar none]
comin’ hard and direct from the bl–dy five
it’s bar none, i’m wanted dead or alive
but frankly, i don’t give a d-mn
i’m too short and swift to get caught in a jam
nervously i haven’t slept for days
you’re a d-mn fool you think crime don’t pay
i’m wanted by the laws for the sh-t i’ve done
so day after day i continue to run
but if i get caught, be my own d-mn fault
do 10 in the pen, a lesson still won’t be taught
i’m a d-mn fool i continue to strive
i don’t give a f-ck if i’m wanted dead or alive

[ghetto mc]
ghetto’s on the run, but i’m tired of runnin’
wanted dead or alive so the law’s been comin’
after me, gmc, a brother from the nickel
considered armed and dangerous, i’m packing a pistol
ain’t goin’ back alive, they’re gonna have to k!ll me
before i go back to jail or the t.d.c
for a murder that i had to commit
(ghetto are you nervous?) not a godd-mn bit
i turned my scanner on and started scannin’
so i could hear what the pigs was plannin’
the chief planned out a h-ll of a scheme
them boys prepared with the swat team
if i head for the roof, he had a helicopter
but i can see goin back to jail with a power knockout
so i evac the camp without leaving a trace
set off a n-gga-rigged bomb and i nuked the place
i got the f-ck out, it wasn’t my time to croak
then i smile as the pigs went up in smoke
to live this way you must be smart to survive
and i ain’t goin’ back, dead or alive

[drunk d]
drunk d on the run, still tryna survive
took a b-tch purse, she had a stroke and died
i ain’t gettin’ blamed for a f-ckin’ stroke
took her money, food stamps, cut her godd-mn throat
h-ll yeah c-cksuckers it’s funny to me (ha-haaaaa!)
cus the b-tch is much older than 53
sh-t, motherf-ck an old–ss hag
with her senile motherf-ckin’ maggot -ss (huh!)
higher than a motherf-cker smokin’ this weed
waitin’ for another old b-tch purse to retrieve
eyes real tight but i see one
approach the old b-tch with my cap gun
gimme your purse and all the sh-t in it
bloodshot like h-ll from smokin’ that spinach
she looked and smiled thought it was a joke
old b-tch got her f-cking neck broke
i love this sh-t and i’m crazy as f-ck
(mmm hmmm, it’s the motherf-ckin’ nickel nut)
when they said wanted dead they had the sh-t right
when they said alive they must have hit that pipe
cus i’m only going back one motherf-ckin’ way
a body fulla bullets from a f-ckin’ ak
a young n-gga going down in history
d-r-u-n-k drunk d!
i’m from 5th ward i know how to survive
and don’t give a f-ck bout bein’ wanted dead or alive

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