josey wales was known for robbin trains and banks layin 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 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 gangbang the four horsemen that s the click i m wit you mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers yeah we re on a mission ta kansas slippin thru 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 niggas in black the fearless four horsemen searchin for this location on the map the gold rush baby got 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 shootin range quick with the heat on their hip young jesse james come to test your aim i seen you at th e 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 ta 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 thru 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 gots lots o cash stashed in money bags worthy workers for all the russian blabbermouths and gags i got stacks so my stacks excell 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 nigga o course it ain t no stoppin young josey box all the nosey headed to the saloon with my platoon where all the hoes 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 thru 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 napsack giddy up the next town i rode thru 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 peace pipe smoke i almost choked break him for the get right i m off into the sunset tryin ta reach my destiny fast it s these two bags o cash 44 s cocked i ain t makin 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 4