Artist: Mack Wilds f/ Method Man Album: New York: A Love Story Song: Wild Things Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Mack Wilds] Yo! You ready? [Verse One: Mack Wilds] So we ball and pop champagne and waste it See I never been a drinker but a nigga taste it But I'm fine, fly guy dressed to take shit And these ladies wanna be taken In my mind, all I see is dollars and laced whips This bad chick just started wavin The crowd parted as I made my way I said hey lil' mama come look for a date She said, excuse me cutie I'm in love with your ways The more you come around the more I want just a day The way you look you got me wantin to play Where are you from so tell me where do you stay? [Chorus: Mack Wilds] (Method Man) In the land of the wild things (Ah! You see them killers from the slums) (If they feelin froggish leap, then kill 'em from the jump it's the) Wild things (You see the shotty with the pump?!) (The black Maserati with the body in the trunk) In the land of the wild things (Then nothin better count that twice) (Go on lil' money you ain't 'bout that life it's the) Wild Things (You know we gotta style on 'em right) (My wolves on the full moon we wild for the night) [Verse Two: Mack Wilds] Come along I'll tell you a story of greatness A young nigga warned being saved From the time when niggas'll frown on 'em hatin By the clown of pussy niggas scared to say shit All the while, the kids sat around and waited Writin rhymes singin every takes Couple niggas thought he never made it I guess them hatin ass niggas never knew her face She said, excuse me cutie oh I do want to say Your soundin like the kind of guy that I need a day The way your talkin got me wantin to play Where are you from now tell me where do you stay?! [Chorus: Mack Wilds] (Method Man) In the land of the wild things (Ah! You see them killers from the slums) (If they feelin froggish leap, then kill 'em from the jump it's the) Wild things (You see the shotty with the pump?!) (The black Maserati with the body in the trunk) In the land of the wild things (Then nothin better count that twice) (Go on lil' money you ain't 'bout that life it's the) Wild Things (You know we gotta style on 'em right) (My wolves on the full moon we wild for the night) [Verse Three: Mack Wilds] I come from the crime side the New York Times side S.I. 'til I D-I-E I grew up hearin that Wu knock, watchin them guns cock back Jet black you feel like Hercules Hercules! Hercules! Get a hand clap Damn that! They be got me covered like Saran Wrap My whole hood jumpin now guess I did that While these ladies wanna cover on my ball sack Light skin brother, smooth like butter Comin from the city with most plots With summer in the hood we believed there was no need for change 'Cause we believe the change and got shit for brain But I came to +Bring The Pain+ one in a half against the grain Pop shot poppin all he needs one day The child is back again! OWWWWWWWW!!!!!! [Chorus: Mack Wilds] (Method Man) In the land of the wild things (Ah! You see them killers from the slums) (If they feelin froggish leap, then kill 'em from the jump it's the) Wild things (You see the shotty with the pump?!) (The black Maserati with the body in the trunk) In the land of the wild things (Then nothin better count that twice) (Go on lil' money you ain't 'bout that life it's the) Wild Things (You know we gotta style on 'em right) (My wolves on the full moon we wild for the night) [Outro: Method Man] (Mack Wilds) Welcome to Staten fuckin Island scrappy! This the bottom, the dirt the ratchet shit! Ain't nothin but goons out here fuck boy! Now is you a wolf or is you a sheep (In the land of the wild things) I got your ghetto metrocard right here nigga if you wanna ride Stapleton the wild west! Homicide housing New Brighton, Arlington, The Harbor You know who you fuckin with?!