| Lyrics: | [Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive
[Cam'Ron
talking over the chorus]
Uh.. killa.. Dip Set.. Santana.. Freaky.. Jim Jones
[Verse
1]
Yo, yo, yo, the way I been treated in this industry? Not nicely
Little faggot
motherfucker like [Mike Lightly]
Tried to get someone to pop my chain
Getting robbed dog, is
not my game
My nigga hopped out the van real quick, cocked that thang
Reversed the
situation, popped his chain
Be happy we ain't pop his brain
Aiyoo, I treat that show money,
Mike..
Like it's coke money, aight?
So you better have it, consequence could be a
casket
I'm beyond forensic, a menace wit' a matic
I'ma leave 'em in the streets just
splattered
Beat and battered, fuck cops, police don't matter
Bring 'em to
me
[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive
[Jim Jones talking over chorus]
Triple noooooo, Come on, Bs Up, Dip Set,
uh
[Verse 2]
Yo, aiyyo I pop to my name
With not a dollar, not a cent, not a rock
to my name
Yo I'ma keep it funky dog to hop my chain
For a block and cocaine, now it's back
to my block and cocaine
You know, re-in up, and fillin' up them pots with cocaine
Then you
chop it up, and bottle up and top the cocaine
Got watch for the cops and dey chains
For them
diplomatic affairs, automatic'll flare
I whips everything from automatics to gears
Yeah, you
know sticks I clutch 'em
Shots with 6 I bust em, cop kicks to scuff 'em
Fuck 'em, hop out
the 6 and crush 'em
Hop in the 6 and dust 'em, BOOM
[Chorus 5x]
Bring 'em Dead or
Alive
Ah-oh no, bring 'em Dead or Alive
[Verse 3: Ca |
