Dead or Alive

Lyrics

[Chorus: Cam'ron] Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah, Killa) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah, Killa, Killa, uh) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah, uh) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Bring 'em, woah, uh) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah, yeah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Uh, yo, woah, yo, yo) Bring 'em dead or alive (Uh, woah, Killa) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Dipset, woah, Santana, Freekey) Bring 'em dead or alive (Jim Jones, woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah, yo, yo) [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Yo, the way I been treated in this industry? Not nicely Little faggot motherfucker like **** ****** 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 Ayo, I treat that show money, Mike, like it's coke money, all right? So you better have it, consequences could be a casket I'm beyond forensic, a menace with 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: Jim Jones] Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Bring 'em dead or alive (Come on, woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (B's up, woah, Dipset, uh, yo) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Ayo, I'm pop to my name With not a dollar, not a cent, not a rock to my name Yo, I'ma keep it funky, dog, I'll hock my chain For a block of cocaine, now it's back to my block with cocaine You know, re-in' up and filling up them pots with cocaine Then you chop it up and bottle up and top the cocaine Gotta watch for them cops and they chains For them Diplomatic affairs, automatic'll flare I whips everything from automatics to gear Yeah, you know sticks I clutch 'em, shots with six, 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] Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Yo, woah, Killa, Killa) [Verse 3: Cam'ron & Jim Jones] Ayo, these niggas talking shit? (Woah, uh-oh) They about to get hit with fucking clips (Woah) You better let 'em know (Know) I got girls that'll buy me a quarter Supply me with water, beef come? Drive me to borders Kamikaze with they homi's, body your daughter Turn your whole crew into Dodgers like Tommy Lasorda (Yeah, come on) So you faggots have that money in order Jim'll come through with wolves and let the hungry extort ya Now how is that for the drama suspense? Any beef, our piranhas get sent, kidnap your mama for rent Hot shots from the Beretta will fly I'm breaking bread with my guys, we want it dead or alive, Dipset, boom [Chorus] Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Bring 'em dead or alive (Woah) Ah, oh Lord, bring 'em dead or alive (Woah)