featuring DV Alias Christ

Wild Cowboys and you know this

Lookin at a Cowboy and you know they're dead

A lot of niggaz stepped up to the bad man

Chest bucked out with your head wide open

Hopin to spot a chip in this frame

I lived and died by the burnin flame

of the OK Corral Cowboy style

From the Quarters on down to Colorado's

Big niggaz from uptown ridin into Tahoe's

Saloon settin kids is walkin round

drinkin whiskey and scotch, strictly out of shotglasses

Lookin screwfaced at the next nigga who passes

There's women in garter belts and ciggarettes

And on the side there's the price game

Niggaz is playin the price game

Indian Red, was bangin niggaz in the head

With his man Apache Joe, they take your money off the floor

They side-bettin for a better, they makin cheddar

That tribal shit is work ya sound the wompom drums

Cause my Indian man'sll break your great dick, UHH

Walk in the New York terrority

On the back of a tree, there's a picture of me

It says I'm lawless, flawless, a hustler plus gun rustler

Wanted in Carolina, for sellin some of New York's finer

Marshal Cooper say he want me, Marshal Cooper gotta get me

Marshal Cooper say beat me, Marshal Cooper better wet me

I gather alla y'all, all of my trusted men

All of my baddest niggaz, niggaz that's quickest with the triggers

There's distrubin news on the wire

That my dome piece is done sent to piece out for hire

I ain't goin down over no money exchange

You late for say I, who reigns as King of the Range?

In this land of wildness

Yo you better pack your vest

In the streets there's nothin but crime

So you best to watch your behind...