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Josey Wales was known for robbin' trains and thingsLayin' everybody down for diamond rings and chainsIt remains the same in the year you live in, see'Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick inAnd that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' schoolWhen it's time to duel, you get two menTwo heaters, one street, one clockAnd when it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' dropIf you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgueBut if you're too slow, I catch you on the downlowOh no, you mean The Kid, shit's realI ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang bangThe Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm withYou mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingersYeah, we're on a mission to Kansas, slippin' through TexasWe stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes, bacon and eggsThen we slip in the whorehouse to get us some legHop back on the horses, enforcers of coursesThe niggas in black, the fearless Four HorsemenSearchin' for this location on the mapThe gold rush, baby, got to have itIt feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I rideOn and on and on it's more strange, time to heat, shootin' rangeQuick with the heat on their hipYoung Jesse James come to test your aimI seen you at the Wild Horny Corral, I hearda ya nameTha forcify nigga, you ain't never lieBesides I'm in the mood, so at high noon we rideFrom coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coachMy disciples with rifles lethal in whole postsThe off-the-rocker roller coaster, on a six-shooter holsterWith DPG on every wanted posterLet me think about which bank to gankWhich fellow to shoot and which teller to shankI want all the shit you got in stacks, attached to this skirt in the cornerSo I snatched the bitch in the backThe Dogg in me feels for the lustBut the hogg in me makes me wanna bustBack to the drawin' down boardNowadays we drawn down moreTo survive through all the round wardsBattle up or saddle up and shake the sceneOr get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleenI can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack itWith my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacketLike that, cock back, quick to pull my strapJust to put the Horsemen on the mapBorn is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hotsI got the six shots for all the plans and plotsI got lots of cash stashed in money bagsWorthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gagsI got stacks, so my stacks excelHop in the coach with my twelve Clydesdales and bellsI'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horseA 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga of courseIt ain't no stoppin' young Josey, box all the noseyHeaded to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos beLeft a dusty trail, bailed in swellGold spurs on the Gators, set back the clienteleOh well, for the recop, I drop my betDivide between my homies and ride the sunsetTwo sacks of money from the train heistThey ain't even counted it up, just mounted it upRode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holsterPass through a run-down town whose walls hold my posterThe closer I get to death which is every secondMakes me sweat, so I gotta have what I can getHeard word about the gold rush and headed WestOn my white horsey with three straps in my napsackGiddy up, the next town I rode throughI had to threaten to blow their city upUndebts with Chief Black, caught five miles westSell us some beads and hail us some weedHe offered me a toke, he didn't have a 20He had they beads-pipe smoke, I almost chokedBreak him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunsetTryin' to reach my destiny fast, it's these two bags of cash44's cocked, I ain't makin' no more stopsTill I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dotI slid off my boots, counted my lootFive minutes after the strike of midnightI counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight
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