[Verse 1] Right place, right time, close call, what does it matter? Hey Clean get away, keepin my dirty pockets fatter Chaching Smooth operation, plans well thought out Boom Hands in the air is what Im talkin about Come on No doubt call me a warrior, Im runnin with a hatchet The one crazy native representin Psychopathic Down for the D because the D is where I struggle Underground, wicked shit, MOTHAFACKO! [Chorus] 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 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 [Outro] Twenty thousand hardcore members, forty thousand county affiliates, and twenty thousand more not organized but ready to fight, sixty thousand soldiers. Now there aint but twenty thousand police in the whole town, can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
hatchet, native, yes, shit, wicked