Lyrics Wanted: dead or alive Kool G Rap

Wanted: dead or alive

I'm wanted dead or alive

I stalk the New York sidewalk

All the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk

I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline

Got 16 shots and I don't waste mine

Never fess cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest

Try to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess

Driving a Saab that connects with the mob

Bank job, plenty niggers I rob

Blood stains are on my Ballys

A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley

Pumped his face full of dum-dums

Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums

Yo a lot of suckers hate me with a passion

Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing

I got a crazy big posse or should I say a crew?

Of niggers that belong in the zoo

Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up

One in the head, making sure you don't get up

This is what happens and nobody can't stop it

Crackheads searching a dead man's pockets

Streets are filled with brothers that kill like Illville

They murdered before and they still will

Posse's roar in a drug war

Cause some believe in death before poor

Shooting galleries, for a rich man's salary

Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories

I got an order for another manslaughter

Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water

I had to run up in the kid's crib

For something he did, I didn't dig, the little pig

Anyway I didn't have it

In fact now the little faggot is crawling with maggots

Try to bother the neighborhood godfather

And I'll burn your ass up like lava

Took alive the suckers that tried to get live

I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive


Unit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit between 7th and Broadway...

This is Unit Two, we're closing in...

Proceed with caution...>

Here's the plan: Shannon, you bring the van

Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand

Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots

I want us all to roll like troops

See now we get the roll on them

Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them

I want him bagged them too

Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew

Shoot a sucker at point-blank range

If he seems like he's acting strange

Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels

And we can even take niggers' jewels

Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness

Survivors try to get live and get with this

Snatch up the top man and start slapping him

And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him

Up and pass no time to shiver

Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river

Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop

The one that keeps getting niggers knocked

Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars

The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars

My man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe

Two bullets went right through his windpipe

Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath

Left to bleed to death

Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live

Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive


Unit Three, requesting back-up

I repeat, officer requesting back-up...

Yo this is Unit Two

Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now

I got him, I got him, I got him

But when you see him, he won't be alive

Cause I'm gonna get him...>

I'm wanted dead or alive

So you better go and pin up posters

Souls are burning like bread in the toaster

You stand in a trance with your pants full of manure

Flesh and blood clogs up the street sewers

Ready to kill some one else and

Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson

Kick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts

And I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts

Armed robbery, homicide, third degree murder

Plus shit you never heard of

Come in my face with the he say, she say

And I'mma kick you up your ass like Pelé

One night some kids went for broke

And you can almost choke from the gunsmoke

Somebody got robbed and got fed up

So he set up the block to get wet up

One kid got caught down a dead-end street

Gunned him down from his head to his feet

One brother got smoked in a car chase

Through the windshield, a bullet in the face

Left his head wide open like a basket

Went to his funeral, shot up his casket

This is the type of shit on the street I survive

Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive


I repeat, all units cease pursuit, cease pursuit

Roadblock is now being set up

Over and out...>