Wild Cowboys

Escape from New York<br>Escape from New York<br>Escape from New York<br>Escape from New York<br>Escape from New York<br>Escape from New York<br>Escape from New York<br><br>[Sadat X]<br>A 21 gun salute ain`t nearly enough<br>For some ol` shit this rough<br>Dedi, oh baby boy watch this picture<br>As we escape from New York we`ll see a whole lot of fiction<br>Drug dealers wanna be rappers and rappers frontin` drugs<br>Big williness and sillyness if ya still in that room<br>You be tyin` up the knot on Ma dude on the floor<br>Tell ya I`m chillin` out here, the great X has gone dolo<br>Shotgun partner D.R., bring that thing P.R.<br>So we can swing P.R., together us three we are<br>Tryin` to keep pace in the great rap race<br>New York`s a crazy place, my girl just caught a case<br>If ya wanna feel the pleasure bring some proof and it`s on<br>My hands now on, no higher than the warden<br>Came to lace up the wax with Pete and D.R. crew<br>From the furniture and shelf to the rollin` cliffs of Dover<br><br>[Hook x2]<br>Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talk<br>But can ya walk the walk New York, New York<br>40 guns and playas, money, sex and rhyme sayers<br><br>[Dedi]<br>And I`m out, I`m reachin` for the bigger and the better<br>More advanced to the letter, type excessive with the pressure<br>Escapin` like some brothers with triple life<br>AWOL, on the run from the man I gotta plan<br>For real though, I wanna get this dough on the strip yo<br>The next plateau, movin` up young fuck a ho<br>And take it slow cause that`s the only way to flow<br>I rock a show and it`s back to the rest so<br>Stay out of my zone cause I`m stressin` effects<br>Seekin` stacks of those plaques<br>And the bommin` twenty sacks<br>Relax maybe when I`m lewd and lampooned<br>In my mansion dirty dancin` like Ace and Buchanan, jammin`<br>Totally the opposite of famine<br>Today`s slammin` and you know I got to have the cannon<br>For all those that talk the talk<br>But can ya walk the walk<br>Escape from New York<br><br>[Hook x2]<br><br>[Sadat X]<br>Ah hell the great X has turned to king<br>Let the caged birds sing<br>And let the gauge take the stage<br>Life`s a hard hump for the average man<br>Especially cause my skin`s much darker than tan<br>Got damn, Uncle Sam you was in the gram<br>Now ya wanna front and act like you don`t know about the fam<br>But I know what cha` doin` to me, ya can`t win<br>Escape from New York don`t bring ya ass back again<br><br>[Dedi]<br>So here we are, the X man, P.R. and the baby Paul<br>On the premises, mission is to finish this<br>The bonafide buggin` mic muggin` steady buggin`<br>Breakin` backs with stacks and no fear<br>Solid like stone and the family`s sly<br>Buy and sell, live well and make bail<br>The single pop, hip-hop or mingle life<br>Just for the sport, escape from New York<br><br>[Hook x2]