Hook:



Get up, ride, sit back

Who's dangerous

Get up, pow, you foul

Can't hang wid this

Get up, now, gun blast

It's a Conflict

Get up, ride, sit back

Who's dangerous



Verse 1: WildStyle



It's time to get up and hit the hay

Wid the high ass hay song

Betta come and get some

Drop the top up in and

Cock the glock and peel

Rolling through the teal

What it feel?

And if I slip

Ya betta come equipped

Listen to the whips

And the gunshot rips

I really don't give a damn how you feel

I kill if I gotta do it

Down and to the ground I nail

When it's time to mack, them freaks,

I gotta strap up wid Jimmy, uhh,

When I get it wid a girl and the dough

It's a rodeo show from the back wid the Carlos

When I gon' slang them thangs

They write the word the word is flict

Tricks wid style it's WildStyle

I'm pissed, you think you can throw

Now fool you wish, rodeo we on me, lay back

Taking all you bunk punks wid the quickness

You supposed to be a playa

But you running at the mouth

Shoulda mind your business

Come and get it try to get it

Rougher than the necks

I break necks on somebody wanna flex

Then let's flex and get it off your chest

The wild west, yes, flict



Hook



Verse 2: Cold Hard



It's the wicked wild west,

Winchester for your chest

Or your man people just can't understand

That I'm a hoodlum that's rawwed up

When I close-in slowly posing if you snooze

Then you losing ya whole damn crew

Those scoundrels got a round for 'em

If ya mama want drama

I'ma bump her in too

Buck, snap, load 'em up roll out

HEAD FOR THE HILLS NOW!

S