Yo it's my way, no way
Get dumped on the highway
Buck, buck feel the blast from my gun spray
Yea, you're gettin drowned in the blood
A bug, thug, feel the cops catchin slugs

Yo, it's my way, I slay, I play, you stay down
You fuck around in my town, you drown
Fuck you, fuck them, fuck that
We come back through
Murderin your crew, what?

You don't know shit about my lifestyle, it's buckwild
Late night gunfights, three strikes, I'd rather fight
Caught in the street, ya get beat down ta raw meat
Fuckin with me and the Breed, you'll soon bleed

Yeah, it's Raw Breed, BC killin' overseas
Droppin off rooftops, punks hang from trees
Night vision, incision, the opposition
It's never your decision

My way!

You can't tell me Jack shit, suck my dick
Out my face with that drama, I'll kill your fuckin mama
Iller than a postal worker, born to murder
Suckas in my face with that bullshit die quick

It's Bizarra, ha, cause mad horror
It's the dusted world of Bizarra
High on acid, the ghetto bastard
Yo punk I'll put your ass in a casket

You in a world of shit, fuckin with the Syndicate
We pack full clips, and then we're done with it
Come with it, we get it on yo, you ain't lastin
Demolishin the demolishion

Piss on your grave, a killin craze
In your town right now on any stage
Who the fuck are you? Trying ta diss my crew?
Who dies tonight bitch? You!

My way!

I will do what I choose, and if I loose
Well then I loose, My Way!
This is my fuckin' life, and if I die
Well then I die, My Way!

Composição: Body Count / Ice-T