, damn wild Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar Hold on and I'll turn y'all punks all wild I can
ain't goin' out grip and sit firm and readily I'm a child of the wild west keepin' you guessin' constantly Usin' this lumen and y'all don't know how to
Militainment- we soldiers y'all Me, Slim, and Royce got you cornered y'all The only niggaz you see on World's Wildest Police Chases Niggaz that go wild
crew, we wild nice You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Hansel Can't hold
I rap not because of the age its just the game is so wack, grown man spttin some wild shit, y'all smoke home grown home alone on some child shit, young
[Child #1] ...and then Jackie Chan just started kickin em like POW! POW! POW! [Child #2] Whaaaaa??! [Mos Def] Alright y'all, alright y'all enough
committed (A for life) Sundoobies committed (A West Coast) All tha sickest MC's world wide We the illest, 'cause y'all is committed (Can't be stopped
offshore Caribbean breeze there's ten million reasons Y'all super eight like rich we four seasons Fine linen, sterling silver, bright brightlen, the lady killer [Chorus] I started war and bids when y
(WTC, Ghost-face) Lemme give y'all the bullshit Hook for y'all niggas, check it out The burners in the stash, we about the cash We got females that got it like that The golden child
as it goes? [Ghost] Sound about to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh [Cappa] W-T-C [RZA] Ghost-FACE! [Ghost] Lemme give y'all the bullshit hook for y
with the twin burner 21 shots in my drawz Red beam on a pig make 'em pause And y'all can't fuck with the style I bring Been wild as a child ever since
t let these streets fuckin' fail ya The way niggaz be gettin' clapped, shit'll fuckin' scare ya But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin' em Niggaz scared, can't
dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up ***, no *** ***, label us Notorious Thug *** *** that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all ***
was cursed So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse And though it hurt me there was no distortion 'Cause wild seeds can't grow,
my whole collasso stop I can't believe I fucked up and made a half-ass album My excuse is, my pops just died And I ain't wanna make music, my pops just
wild Seven twenty-eight night child Universal and versatile You study my style Trying to live spiritual And y'all looking now I can see right now Y