Whee-hee-hee-hee!   (Chorus)   Desperado. Can't help it. I just can't let it ride   wanted dead or alive.   Desperado. Gunsmoke makes me strive.   Bogus way of life.      Who the hero? Who the villian?   When I'm sterrin down the block   fools wanna try why   fly what they ridin'   on the tip of a rider slidin'   somebody gotta die   on the frontier.   Cruisin' but watchin' for a hit   cause the hood be on   shoot em up   everytime I look around   something goin' down buck buck   somebody got popped   stop drop    hollow point tips hard to dodge   when you lookin' down your enemies barrel   you wish your apparel was camaflouge   booyaw what you gone do now   I got my crew pal   and weese wrangla's   what I got in my chamber   will rearrange ya   goddang ya   will hang ya   death wish wanna play   under lasy under lay   can't help it when I spray   break out if you stay   you're gonna pay in a bogus way   I'll blow your skull hollow   now if you follow   that's your choice and you're   gonna feel sorrow   death hard to swallow   you rodent   here todasy gone tomorrow   shouldn't fuck wit a...      Chorus      In the streets it's a game    niggas try to get a name   but ah,   I don't fuck with em   when I hit em with the shit to make em wanna   squash it,   watch it.   Ride off through the valley   leave em in the alley.   Stankin' bitch who gone trick   no witnesses   I rush the vic   two times in the shit.   I laid em, miss   he was acting like he had something   I got pissed.   No whif.   A nigga said that he was at you   what you gone do   strap up black hoody up and   bit the dust   a hard head make a soft ass,   so I'm gone blast.   Watch a motherfucker last.   Shoot it   don't baby food it   you got something nigga   you'd better use it.   Threatning a nigga with a gun   it aint fun   you caught one.   Three off from the back   gotta blow my guns    woo-woo   with a glock    make your ass stop.   Attack again   won't come back again   fuckin' him up like a bitch.   Bustin' at him quick   reachin' for your shit   try to get away from me   you getting hit   you dig.   Better move your kids   I'm at this nigga   and I don't wanna do it,   but I'm wanted    so fuck it   I'm ready to drop em   shit   I got em.      Chorus      Who can help but to be scandalous   cloned a vandalist   but aint havin' shit.   Boom. Buck. Buck.   Who's next to get fucked up.   Chump   gotta lot of rowdy niggas   wannt get your body stunk.   Steppin' in the middle of a motherfuckin' blizzard   where niggas are livin' and copin'   and rooftop scopin'   at ass   too fast   sufferin' succotash.   Quicker to bust and blast   take em up off the map.   Now you wonder why it's on   it's on,   cause a motherfucker didn't play like that.   Start the shit   the Conflict we attack right away.   To be exact    now you wanna squash it.   Uh-uh    it's a rumble   only way we gone end it   when you on your back   kick off and ripped off   til shit aint attached.   Itch through the dirt    like a bitch bad with crabs.   Yee-Haw, Yee-Haw   Desperado rollin' out   I'm wanted for millions   for hanging up scabs.   Take that   bust off cannon then haul ass.   Bogus way of life.   But life get the last laugh   no chance to glance and dance.   Shit in your pants   your leavin' the land   hit your whole clan   with they guns in they hand.   Mission is finished    and victory flawless.      Chorus      Gunsmoke from the Chi   never with a crew   and it's Flict and die.   Gotta' put em up   put yo hands up right now   clap   I'ma snap   react and serve my pack   or punch a punk dumb   here I come   with the Flict   renegade and raw dope'll split   heads.   Come equip or get rip with   lead   never dis   dat strap so what's next    we can get down   rumble or tuggle around   what you got   you gotta give it your all right now   pal   or get piled with pow   you foul   we buckwild   get on up you got one false move.   It's Chi for now   we down to change the rules.   Buddy done got his nutty split   sent off a bit   now he got some conflict   got a thousand grams of mac   Wildstylian with Hiddian the Yak.   What else you need to justify trials of the Flict   cause the Flcit'll straight kick it off   somethin' proper dopper know you can't stop a   poppin'.   Steady mobbin' straight up knockin' you noggin.   Tell me what you got, I'm starvin'   bring it on nigga   you trigger happy    I'ma desperado.      Chorus