Josey Wales was known for robbing trains and things

Laying everybody down for diamond rings and chains

It remains the same in the year you live in see

Cause if I pull out some heat n***a 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

Oh no you mean The Kid s**t's real

I ain't no John Wayne these n***as gang bang

The Four Horsemen that's the click I'm wit

You mean the little bitty n***as with the itchy trigger fingers

Yeah we're on a mission ta Kansas slipping through Texas

We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes

Bacon and eggs and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg

Hop back on the horses enforcers of courses

The n***as in black the fearless Four Horsemen

Searching for this location on the map

The gold rush baby got ta have it

I gots ta 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 shooting 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 heard of ya name

Tha forcify n***a you ain't never lie

Besides I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride

From coast to coast n***as 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 ta shoot and which teller to shank

I want all the s**t you got in stacks

Attached to this skirt in the corner

So I snatched the b***h in the back

The Dogg in me feels for the lust

But the hogg in me makes me want to bust

Back to the drawing 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

The gold rush

Born is Doggystyle individual James got the hots

I got the six shots for all the plans and plots

I got's lots o' 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 wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells

I'm on the move smooth to my decoy horse

A 30 30 on my side to shoot a n***a o' course

It ain't no stopping 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 o' 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

Closer I get ta 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 knapsack

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 w**d

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

Trying ta reach my destiny fast

It's these two bags o' cash

44's cocked I ain't making no mo' 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

At the gold rush at the gold rush

At the gold rush at the gold rush

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