your vest with your chest If you go down bang hard on the west We could spit round see it's wild 'n tha west It's wild 'n tha west, wild 'n tha west
is the only way to survive. A new line of judgment is needed. For a new world order. Who will pay the price to see? The new law goes through. Chaotic
, you lose, talkin' 'bout you paid dues Slay crews, when you ain't even at phase two Talking about take two? You only get one take Yo, my boys just run fakes, run
one man~!} I used to be Ice-T "Reckless" (RECKLESS) Wild out like I'd never see braekfast Nightmares, tiein dreamcatchers Tryin to run breathless, outta control I don't give orders
claspin' Uzis who deserves the wrath without warning the same sky for the martyr with a spork scorch New York forfeits run among the poppy fields order
know now. Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go "Pow! " Take my style, let me show you how I go wild. Now you playin' with a fully-grown man
by famished potholes And I'm tired Tied up on these functions Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed Run, breathe, sit, bellow Wild
out of morgues and looked for new ways to signal out that the hired guns will not work tonight. that the mains will run wild tonight. that the sewers
in the booth Workin harder than ever D-Nice is rockin the sound set tonight We're not through, I wanna drop a new style Verse One: It's calm yet wild
Killarm, Killarm, Killarm [Dom Pachino/P.R. Terrorist] Contemplate on how to run this shit Universally forever runnin Reflect shots off my wall, (NEW
alone Flip it to the ceiling watch it do a somersault Niggers say they run shit, I just see it running out Done it all, under the sun ain't nothing new
family be toking major trees My performance forever powerful These beats got me spittin Frank Sinatra's And wilding out on bank accountants It's chronic slaughter, ionic orders
it to the ceiling watch it do a somersault Niggers say they run shit, I just see it running out Done it all, under the sun ain't nothing new Coming through
famished potholes And I'm tired Tied up on these functions Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed Run, breathe, sit, bellow Wild
need to quit it And quick to speak on it niggas aint never get it Rhyme reported Chico the Chipper put it in order What the fuck they run? Nuttin but