Sheek I know niggas in the clink That send pipe bombs thru sinks That got dough and still wanna stick y'all wit minks Y'all would think y'all was jinxed wit a month of bad luck I'm that huntin muthafucka and guess who da duck I'm Elmer and you Daffy like the Looney cartoon But this ain't no cartoon My bullets clear out the room I said "Boy, try to learn the fundamentals here, son." Like that rooster and that chicken hawk I teach about a gun I place my money on one I'll pull it out, you'll run I wave it in front of ya son and both y'all is done . . . Blah! For God's sakes, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million Must I wave it at yo' children? Run up in yo' buildin and go straight for the bank Got the coke saran-wrapped at the bottom of the tank I know those tricks Ya suppliers, Papi and them, I know those dicks Give me those bricks Now, wild out niggas "Wild Out" - verse 1		Styles I pray to the Allah But I'm too foul to go to the mosque And if it's beef, I'ma murder you and go to da squad Holiday Styles Screw niggas far as they rap I let my shotgun ball ya bat Make ya coffin outta ya plaques And bring ya ice to hell Y'all fuck around dis album, I'll do life in jail And if you under 21, you shouldn't listen to dis You hate a nigga, go and kill him while he takin a shit So, when the cops come and get him he'll be makin 'em sick So, they could feel how I feel I had a probable cause You know da shit that happens when you don't follow da boss Follow the rules Kids get followed to school And the thug niggas ball ya boo Target practice was a horrible view It's fucked up what tomorrow can do And these niggas feel sorrow for who? 'Til we put you in da dirt, we ain't partin wit you Wild out niggas "Wild Out " - verse 3