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 - John F Bongiovi
 - Richard S. Sambora
 
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 - Hip-Hop
 
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Beanie Sigel - Wanted lyrics
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 streets'll give your head up youngin'
 Listen, flip your contacts, stay focused like contacts
 Your head's open for a contract
 Can't go where Mom at, the last place you wanna bring the dram at
 The first place they gonna track I promise
 Can't relax but remain the calmest
 Couple rules that you're 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 I'm dippin' from the cops
 Mr. Gingerbread never falling victim of the fox
 Wanted dead or alive, wanted dead or alive
 Wanted but you can't stop runnin'
 With a price on your head, be prepared to gunnin'
 Don't be scared like the Red Coats comin', nigga
 Stay underground and keep runnin' like Tugman
 You can't sleep, not a peep, no slumber
 Man, I sleeped about a 100 hours rest this summer
 No stress when you're dealin' with the running
 Waking up in cold sweats, pissed scared of the rumblin'
 Fuck it, just prepare for the trouble
 Don't 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 flashBeanie Sigel - Wanted - http://motolyrics.com/beanie-sigel/wanted-lyrics.html
 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 it's Pakistan, what every strap 'cause an accident
 Make a traffic jam, dodge all the traps you can, keep runnin'
 Wanted dead or alive, wanted dead or alive
 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)
 Ain't no more hangin' with the Y.G. State Prop
 No Roc, private dock, in case you need an IV
 No more Bent' that's Accord money, 420
 Schemes can't 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 ain't merk the G perfectly, you'll be in surgery
 Take the seed out the nursery, nurse him at the precinct
 Give 'em desert that ain't 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 O'Jays
 That's a gypsy caps, risky all the chips we had
 45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas
 When the operation go stale, ain't no jail
 I did my whole album on bail that's the truth
 I got you mac mittens, I send them a black ribbon
 Attached to Mac spitten, I can't go back prison
 Wanted dead or alive, wanted dead or alive











