: [1] Running past the gurning ears Everyone is crazy Crying of a new born child Whose mother has been crushed Suffocating clouds of smoke Over smoldering
the woods and the mountaintops I used to search for reservations and native lands Before I realized everywhere I stand There have been tribal feet running wild
is wrong I dance inside my mind That's when I come alive like a schizo running wild That's when I come alive now let's go wild We're kicking at your
wer Gawki war. Tanzt den Running Man auf Parties, wirst beim Beatstreet Logo nostalgisch. Logisch, dass Du alt bist! Als Du klein warst, war das Fernsehbild
cannons rip them from the sky they crash and scar the mountainside mothers in the street polish off a case of wine, watch their children running wild war
shit So I'm a do this shit... NO CEILINGS! YEAH! HAHA! HEHE! I'm a run this down tonight... Alrite nah... uh [Verse:] Nigga we are So ready for The War
: Mankind doings will erase all the beauty in this place selfishly we seperate can get no air we suffocate so deep we penetrate running out of options
: Fighting soldiers running wild to salute their Lord Make a sacrifice tonight, kill men from abroad They can't escape, there's no place to run Stupid
like I'm feelin, then you probably gon see a million, Thug Nation, fuck these doubters, yea they said that he'll never make it, and he's running wild
darling I love you madly Black tear stained cheeks behind her shattered window Praying for a song to save her life I had a paperback crime running straight
door I see a pair of shoes on the floor I know they ain't mine, I'm hundred percent sure Now there's wild thoughts just running through my head I'm thinkin of war
The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild
nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Every time you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your
out hurtin' my hand I remember in the elevator we was playin' corners Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us Staten's where the war is Where the court system's running
remember in the elevators when we was playin' corners Now we play the corners and the cops is stayin' on us, (uh) Staten's where the war is where the court system's running
[Chorus 1 - Jr. Gong x2] Tribal war We nuh want no more a dat Every man deserve to earn And every child deserve to learn, now Tribal war A nuh dat