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Gold Rush

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 inAnd 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' dropIf 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 bangThe 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 coursesThe 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 rideOn 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 nameTha 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 posterLet 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 backThe 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 wardsBattle 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 mapBorn 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 gagsI 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 courseIt 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 sunsetTwo 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 posterThe 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 napsackGiddy 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 weedHe 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 cash44'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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