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Mark Ronson - Wanted Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rhymefest]
It's Chi town, don't get caught slippin'
Gangbangers can't aim straight, they keep missin'
Cops got chips on their shoulders, start dippin'
First round draft pick, high school to prison
Kids having kids, don't listen
Baby daddy's run out on 'em, we don't miss 'em
Crack, love, fiends and fiends be on mission
Thats why I keep the ghetto nigga mind set
That's why the ghetto got my back like the Heimlich
My name Che revolutionary Rhymefest
And I ain't gots to cook coke in the kitchen
Police everywhere like [?]
Grindin' brothers up on street sweeps
You guilty by association
Raise bail, don't give 'em no probation
No parole step on that nigga's soul
Let em' know the Devil in control
[?]

[Hook: Samantha Ronson]
Hundred miles
Gotta keep on running
Can't stop to bleed
I can feel them coming
And I can see my past in shotgun blasts and shattered glass
Man on the run
[Verse 2: Rhymefest]
The grind keeps on flippin'
Throw stacks off these tracks I keep pimpin'
Cold black serve these packs and keep pimpin'
Gangsters, [?] and Bloods my heat trippin'
Niggas viewing death as a lifestyle
Let's put it on wax and sell it to that white child
Even soft motherfuckers wanna fight now
While your little sister in the club strippin'
All a nigga wanna do is listen
The big rims spinnin' they spinnin' nigga they spinnin'
Grandma say that boy should stop sinnin'
He's so large he don't even like black women
Paparazzi shots could get old
You wreckin' with (break) that shit's cold
That white chick says you crooked
She wouldn't fuck it, a nigga took it
23 years in the D, they gonna throw away the keys, nigga

[Hook: Samantha Ronson]
Hundred miles
Gotta keep on running
Can't stop to bleed
I can feel them coming
And I can see my past in shotgun blasts and shattered glass
Man on the run
[Verse 3: Rhymefest]
Yo, yo, yo
Chicago's like a video game when your face blows
They wanna send you off on extra hard hate mode
Rob you for your jewelry and pesos, Juan Pedro
You want my ring, nigga? Take a Halo
Fried rice, egg rolls, God rolled me for nine whole weeks
It's all I eat
At 35 imma die all angry
Producers thought that I was vegetarian the way I ate all they beats
I knew my time was comin'
I ain't gonna lie
I might be scared of Jason
But I ain't scared to die
When you see me poppin' Scarface
Know that my mind's playing tricks on me and I lost faith
I feel like a greyhound in a dog race
If we make it to the manor, my nig, we all straight
If you see me runnin' out of that bank it's all great
Meet me on 103rd, we all split cake
If you see me runnin' out of that dope house
That mean they probably sellin' to the kids and Nino Brown got smoked out
I don't really like to run so instead of lookin' at feet
You're starring down the barrel of a gun
Hop in the eleven hit the pedal with my son
Dances like the devil with the shovel when he comes
It's why I never settle for a little wooden crumbs
It's the streets that we run in the ghetto where I'm from, uh!
[Hook: Samantha Ronson]
Hundred miles
Gotta keep on running
Can't stop to bleed
I can feel them coming
And I can see my past in shotgun blasts and shattered glass
Man on the run