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!