Hang 'em High - Sadat X

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...