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...

 Meanwhile saloon settin is back to full swing
 Bar's gettin money people doin they thing
 There's strictly Boss Players with this kid named Minnesota
 As women start to fill up, turn the notch on the grill up
 And add mo' stakes to the house banks for gamblers
 Half-pipes to scramblers, and free for Wild Cowboys
 You never bring decoys if you wanna make real nouse
 The bigger the stick, the bigger the fire
 I never hit a man in the back, a coward acts like that
 Lay out my black hat cause I feel like the bad man
 Who on the rise, the D's to Manhattan
 Let's walk the thirty paces on the Now Rule races
 Oh it's the Marshal Cooper, and I love how he doin this
 Women sayin don't get hurt, and I ain't plannin on it
 Ten steps taken as I hit the blam factor
 His dick to act up, was death the benefactor
 Leave him twitchin in the dirt like Cousin Harold from the Menace
 I'm in this to win this on the great wide trail
 I'm ten times as bad as John Wayne, could ever be
 Plus I'm down with the Indian, and need high to get the shit again
 I'm responsible for that body in the alley
 I'll Louisiana Purchase that ass with with Remi's spurs
 and hard shots of Tequila, where the dancin girls
 Let's get right as the story unfurls
 Piano man keep playin, keep them keys bangin
 Single man get three graves there's gonna be a hangin
 Now this right here ain't for the youth to see
 A grown man assed out swingin from a tree

 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

 Joe Tex was the biggest hombre from the projects
 Had all the work locked down, so he thought
 But he drank and got loose lipped, let a lot of news slip
 Stripped of his game and got his self murdered
 Thoughts of him are passin like the buffalo
 Got his self rocked in the ninety-six brand new Acura
 Niggaz said it was lightning BLAOW blew out the back mirror
 Hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Dig, check it out


 They say that Cowboys never die they just ride off into the sun
 A little tale from Sadat X of how the WORLD was won
 Check it out, remember this
 Gun-slingers, dead-ringers with presidents
 Is found tied with no explanation of how they died
 Yo the great Sadat X, the High Plains Drifter
 No question

 In this land of wildness
 Yo you better pack a vest
 In the streets there's nothin but crime
 So you best to watch your behind
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