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Anybody around here seen |
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Two Gun Billy? |
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I said, did anybody around here seen |
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Two Gun Billy? |
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Ain't no Two |
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Gun Billy 'round here |
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Who the hell you think you are comin' up in here ya damn |
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Yankee?You just pull a gun out on me? |
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Now you know you done ****ed up right? |
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Now if any one of y'all see him |
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Tell him that |
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E P M D was in town |
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Draw, cock it back, squeezin' metaphors |
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Spurs on my |
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Timb's, when |
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I start blazin', hit the floor |
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Cowards duckin', |
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I'm emptyin' chambers when |
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I'm bustin' |
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Quick with mine, smokin' up heaters, when |
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I'm crushin' |
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Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin' me, you shot the deputy(Ahh) |
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What you hearin' when you step with the |
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Black dragon, puffin' |
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L's in the truck wagon |
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Drinkin' moonshine, writin' rhymes with the pants saggin' |
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And hit the saloon, causin' the guns in my holster to make room |
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Like Josie |
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Wale and Clint |
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Eastwood at |
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High NoonSo amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow |
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Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people |
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Time to draw, |
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I'm aimin' for your dome and jaw |
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Fastest nigga in the wild |
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West or East you ever saw |
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An outlaw, my horse drinkin' water from the reservoir |
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Time to ride again until next time to draw"Ten nine eight seven six five fourThree two murder one lyric at your door" |
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Draw, draw"Gimme that microphoneI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone""Ten nine eight seven six five fourThree two murder one lyric at your door" |
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Draw, draw"Gimme that microphoneI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" |
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HahThose dudes quick fast to grab the mic |
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Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam |
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On the mic |
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I dismantle, leave an impression |
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And ruin you, like |
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I'm the Bill |
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Clinton scandal |
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Impeach 'em, then |
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I Erick can |
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B. President |
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Pass a law, hardcore in the residence |
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Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt |
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The hard route and watch all the |
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B-boys sprout |
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Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out |
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And focus, or go into hypnosis |
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I wasn't here when |
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I wrote this(Where was you?) |
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Up the top with the street team hangin' out, hangin' |
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Squadron posters |
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Me and my dogs homey reppin' |
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In case some punks roll up, yo |
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P, flash the weapon |
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Forty-four caliber chrome, read it |
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Can't count ten paces, |
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I'm already heated |
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P and Erick |
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Sermon is like a |
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Ruger German |
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Put one up in your sternum, gun 'em down and burn 'em |
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Any superhero we lettin' 'em know from door |
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Come correct when it's time to draw |
