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Kel Spencer: I'm Wanted (feat. Richie Sambora) lyrics



"



I'm Wanted"

Kel Spencer feat. Richie Sambora



[Kel Spencer]

C'mon



[Richie Sambora]

(Dead or alive)

*repeat throughout song*



[Kel Spencer]

Wanted dead or alive

Dead or alive

Yeah I see yall coming, ha, ha

Yeah yall want me right, why?

Cause I'm the hottest thing coming

Yeah I know, yeah I know

Yeah, yeah, come on



Yall want me, come get me

C'mon, what yall afraid or something

Scared today might be your expiration date or something

I'm made of something larger than life

From trife, so in deaf for tax

I'm hawking these bullets and dodging his

snipe, all right

I'm on the road to being sacked with dough

Kelvin Spencer is what I'm clapping for

Fresh in the streets with the Lex and Rover

But yall trying to stop the process you know

Cover your chest I'll spray these through your thin vest

Feared like an outlaw from the East

Getting stalked by Jim West

On the humbly, yall trying to come for me

Sending chunks for me to join a gun for me

Don't get it twisty

I'll leave you laying with the tumbleweeds

I'm Loveless partner Kel

The number one vet

Leave a trail of dust and disappear into the sunset

Everyday I'm gonna stay true to me

Ain't much ya'll can do to me

This ain't new to me

I come through the streets, crew

Leave you black and blue, see

Pretty thug needs heat and jewelry

Ain't nothing but the fifties gonna do for me

Yall ain't moving me, sly smoothly

Get your crew for me, yeah I'm on it, c'mon



1 - [Richie Sambora]

Where I'm gonna go

Where I'm gonna hide

I'm wanted dead or alive

I'm trying to survive

They just creep on me

Prey on me

They want me

Dead or alive



Repeat 1



[Kel Spencer]

You know what dog, let's just square off like the Westerns

You know ten paces, turn around and see who's chest burns

For me to hatecha is not my nature

Erase ya, I'm hard to follow

Being the desperado's my major

The cowboy hat is Yankees fitted

The cowboy boots is Timbs

That horse you call Silver is a chrome Lex with rims

The saloon is a bodega

That leather vest is a low fleece

And the sheriff in this boys is police

We line up empty bean cans

On the fence for target practice

Feared by masses, draw the fastest

Scars on my face to be posted on cactuses

It's cream, mental scheme, all in the green

Spencer for hire, type of guy you want on your team

Yall gotta realize what's happening

There's more to rapping and

See them outside the saloon back them in

I'm just trying to do shows and pack them in

Want to find out where my gat descend

Poisonous, the confidant man works in silence

So I understand why yall making noise in this

Yall young boys in this, I'm wanted



Repeat 1 (2x)



[Kel Spencer]

Feel me, spit gold, danger when my clique roll

We shine bright like Senso, big guns let off big blows

Kel the voice of Ghetto, USA needs to be heard

Love and loyalty baby gotta believe in me, word

Check it you shooken, I'll step up while youre looking

Plus for the fame, nice with the game

Yall weak still sky hooking

Trying to knock the hustle

I'm a flex the muscle

Go ahead bust yours, rush the front door

I run with the big dogs that bite right through the muzzle

I'm pushing my product, Kel Spence the track pimp

Dangerous when I murder bass lines like Shawn Kemp

Cause my whole game official

My hot ones ain't going to miss you

What they gonna be missing you

If I got to send them kids for you

Hear my heart through my voice

A spark and your moist

Give you a full scholarship to the graveyard and get tossed

Yall want my corpse laid out for the undertaker to fit me

Dead or alive, but Feds the only way yall gonna get me

Blow!



Repeat 1 (3x)



[Kel Spencer]

Come get me, yall ain't serious

If yall really want me dead or alive

Yeah can't stand the heat huh

Yeah, yeah Wild Wild East to the Wild Wild West uh

Yeah yall ain't know who yall was dealing with

Kel Spence baby

Kel Spence baby

Yeah, yeah, love and loyalty

Blow, blow, blow, blow



(sounds of breathing and running away)