Songtext Dead or alive Fat Joe

Dead or alive

Got my hand in the pot, I'm stirrin' it, finna whip up a watch
Up the Glock, no permit
I catch a nigga slip, he get popped, that's how I'm carryin' it
The federalies rush in the spot, they gotta bury me
Them people want me dead or alive
Yeah, that's why I'm top five dead or alive, oh (Yeah, uh, yo)

Growin' up I was confused, my mama servin' them fiends
Baloney sandwiches, a couple packs in my jeans
I'm from Trinity Ave, turn nightmares into dreams
Niggas knew I was was different soon as I stepped on the scenе
Only Spanish nigga thuggin' in a crew filled with Blacks
Some say wе ain't the culture, how you figure that?
Fuck them niggas hatin' and whoever runnin' with 'em
The fuckboys anonymous, the quiet niggas missin'
Black and blue Daytona got me reminiscin'
A group of cops used to beat us, send us off to prison
No Mossad, baby black revolver, Wheel of Fortune
Should I rob or should I starve? Got me feelin' tortured
Why we live in these conditions, forced to make decisions?
It's life and death, learn to stick and move with precision
Don't hold your breath if you thinkin' we gon' ever quit
I put that on my sons and daughter, we forever rich
Never forget, I got my

Got my hand in the pot, I'm stirrin' it, finna whip up a watch
Up the Glock, no permit
I catch a nigga slip, he get popped, that's how I'm carryin' it
The federalies rush in the spot, they gotta bury me
Them people want me dead or alive, oh, yeah
That's why I'm top five dead or alive, oh (Rem)

I'm really top five dead to alive, to be honest
When it comes to this rap shit, niggas know my bodies
I'm really a Black goddess, I went on Joe and Jada
And my nigga Kiss was really just tryna be modest
The pussy got low mileage, I'm always on timin'
Face is so timeless, come see in my bonnet
The niggas y'all think is nice think I'm nice
And you can search for a bitch like I, but won't find
Imagine tryna survive while tryna mourn
Imagine tryna grieve while tryna move on
Imagine tryna forgive while tryna be strong
Imagine niggas admit that niggas was wrong
Imagine playin' in my face and now I'm gone
Imagine I get dumb rich off one hit song
Hold up, that really happened, nigga, I'm laughin'
You was in the gym gettin' robbed by Joe Crack with no gun

Got my hand in the pot, I'm stirrin' it, finna whip up a watch
Up the Glock, no permit
I catch a nigga slip, he get popped, that's how I'm carryin' it
The federalies rush in the spot, they gotta bury me
Them people want me dead or alive
Yeah, that's why I'm top five dead or alive, oh
Got my hand in the pot, I'm stirrin' it, finna whip up a watch
Up the Glock, no permit
I catch a nigga slip, he get popped, that's how I'm carryin' it
The federalies rush in the spot, they gotta bury me
Them people want me dead or alive
Yeah, that's why I'm top five dead or alive, oh