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Josey Wales was known for robbin' trains and things
Layin' everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in, see
'Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When it's time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one clock
And when it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop
If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgue
But if you're too slow, I catch you on the downlow
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang bang
The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm with
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a mission to Kansas, slippin' through Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes, bacon and eggs
Then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses

The niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
Searchin' for this location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got to have it
It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride
On and on and on it's more strange, time to heat, shootin' range
Quick with the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James come to test your aim
I seen you at the Wild Horny Corral, I hearda ya name
Tha forcify nigga, you ain't never lie
Besides I'm in the mood, so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller coaster, on a six-shooter holster
With DPG on every wanted poster
Let me think about which bank to gank
Which fellow to shoot and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in stacks, attached to this skirt in the corner
So I snatched the bitch in the back
The Dogg in me feels for the lust
But the hogg in me makes me wanna bust
Back to the drawin' down board
Nowadays we drawn down more
To survive through all the round wards
Battle up or saddle up and shake the scene
Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that, cock back, quick to pull my strap
Just to put the Horsemen on the map
Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and plots
I got lots of cash stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks, so my stacks excel
Hop in the coach with my twelve Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga of course
It ain't no stoppin' young Josey, box all the nosey
Headed to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop, I drop my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the sunset
Two sacks of money from the train heist
They ain't even counted it up, just mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down town whose walls hold my poster
The closer I get to death which is every second
Makes me sweat, so I gotta have what I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and headed West
On my white horsey with three straps in my napsack
Giddy up, the next town I rode through
I had to threaten to blow their city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles west
Sell us some beads and hail us some weed
He offered me a toke, he didn't have a 20
He had they beads-pipe smoke, I almost choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
Tryin' to reach my destiny fast, it's these two bags of cash
44's cocked, I ain't makin' no more stops
Till I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my loot
Five minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight

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DJ Icey (born Eddie Pappa), once referred to as the "King of Funky Breaks" (Mixmag April 1998) is the multi platinum Moonshine Records recording artist responsible for defining Funky Breaks and Florida Breaks. Born and raised in Florida, DJ Icey first got interested in music in his teens. He was especially fond of early 1980s new wave synth pop, industrial, and hip-hop music. The boom in club music during the late 1980s hooked him and when he began DJing early in the 1990s, he usually played out acid house and funky breaks.

Read more about DJ Icey on Last.fm.


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