[Verse 1] Right place, right time, close call, what does it matter? Clean get away, keepin' my dirty pockets fatter Smooth operation, plans well thought out Hands in the air is what I'm talkin about No doubt call me a warrior, I'm runnin' with a hatchet The one crazy native representin' Psychopathic Down for the D cause the D is where I struggle Underground, wicked shit, MOTHAFACKO!
[Hook] -x2 Do you want that native shit? Yes we want that native shit Do you want that crazy shit? Yes we want that crazy shit Do you want that wicked shit? Yes we want that wicked shit Do you run with a hatchet? Yes we run with a hatchet