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!  Stuck, trapped, bottle up no clout  Death for real pow  Never could ya get it  Wid a renegade desperado,  Plenty ammo flowing like a fountain  I be coming round the mountain,  Gunning, nigga done in  Ya best ta giddy up  When ya hear them horsies troddin'  At full riding, and ya climbing  And someone shotting  Much trouble passing on the barnyard  Go 'head and bounce and let it go  I'm sick a these soft party cliks wanna flow  It's the real rodeo kicking the flow  So hoe on the ride  Can ya giddy up hoe?    Hook    Verse 3: Kilo    Thinking I won't bust you  Don't luck your punk  Glad ta get your body stunk  As I creep wid a rowdy clik  Ta ease ya feet and pop the trunk  Man I hate ta do this shit  Cause it was my melody  Thought that I called him a bitch  So I up my barrel-y  Didn't have ta hit ya for the homicide  That's why he died nobody cried  He shouldn'ta tried  Holla flict and ride  Meet you in your next life  Get on you square get high tonight  Cause last night when he been here  Now he wanna know why he didn't ride  A pocket knife or even flict  Boing boing ya see me dong floing  Giddy up now watch me get thoing  Get ya ass fast I'ma last  Demonstrate, pass we crash  Face to face and my nigga  Gohilian mixed beast type nigga  Dangerous to the world  Giddy up now what you figure nigga    Hook    Verse 4: Never    Everybody giddy up  Drum down on your money  Do you wanna put um up now, shit  Fucking put him up punk  I'ma put him in the trunk  I'ma mind smoke him up wid tha fives  All a bag a funk  And go coast to coast and GET UP  Crucial Conflcit got 'em on cloud nine  Doing hard time  In the state a mind of a, killa  Niggas act like I won't pull  Tha block block blam  Boogie woogie shake it to the left man  Back to the right man  Making the tightest song  Gone again, drinking on gin  Smoking on hay getting in my zone  Riding slick been on the block a bit  Put on the good old Final Tic  C-H-I-C-A-G-O giddy up  While we kick that rodeo  Back to back we gonna smoke on  And toke a sack and tack the proke on  I was born to get up and put 'em in flight  Never say never cause never'll do  And make 'em all giddy up tonight  Side to side let's ride and roll  Ya can't control ya self no more  So come on ya gone  Got 'em all dropping  And leave 'em hopping  To the hip old west  For you ya boo ya whole crew too    Hook