Lyrics:
Running Wild Iron Heads

know kings Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens Yeah we wild like rock stars who smash guitars Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke, iron

dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens [Masta Killa] Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke iron

coke, will line up more heads than a barber chair Them my fiend niggaz [Chorus 2x: 40 Caliber] This is 40 Cal., and the forty thou' Every forty miles and running, screaming shorty wild

the kingdom of the animals, Scratching our heads where the wolves got away Jenny and me, as the moon blooms were closing, Both her wide-eyed brothers, running

dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens [Masta Killa:] Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke iron

[includes quotes from Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1 in D major (Edward Elgar), Johnny's Theme (Paul Anka), Off We Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder (Crawford

, will line up more heads than a barber chair Them my fiend niggaz [Chorus 2x: 40 Caliber] This is 40 Cal., and the forty thou' Every forty miles and running, screaming shorty wild

dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens [Masta Killa] Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke iron

dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens [Masta Killa] Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke iron